“Does Sunny get deliveries from anywhere?” Jörn suddenly asks me, looking up from his phone
“Is that Willem?”
“He came by boat,” he says simply
“He’s here?” I ask and jump to get up but Jörn puts his hand on me, “not here, he’s docked….”
“Chesapeake?”
Jörn nods.
“On your boat?”
“Duva….” he looks at me in irritation
“Oh—no, that would be obvious, wouldn’t it?”
Jörn does not answer that, instead he says,
“He’s on a shipping cruiser….”
“Oh—deliveries? Well…. the US postal service comes with packages by truck if it doesn’t fit in a mailbox.”
Jörn looks back at his phone and taps into it
“Why?” I ask
Only as he is intent on texting to Willem he is distracted and doesn’t answer so I think about this and come to some logical conclusions why Willem would consider the need to know this and realize they are working out how to move Jörn
“There’s usually delivery around noon,” I say but then ….I realize they would have the intel or the means of things like this
“When are you leaving?” I ask with a heavy feeling in my chest
Jörn looks up from his phone briefly. He looks at me steadily before he says,
“tomorrow….”
“Just like that? Where are you going?”
“Is there anyway you could get away without calling attention to your not being there?”
“Tomorrow —? Like afternoon you mean, is that when?” I ask, “yes, he won’t be around during that time and I can find a good explanation ….you mean to—say goodbye ….”
I return from the hide back at the house and feel disturbed
even as I know these are different circumstances—
why is it that people in my life continually drop in and out of my life at their own convenience? ….No one is ever really there completely one hundred percent. There is always their own agenda which hardly includes me beyond —whatever fascination (fetish?) they have for me
and it makes me wonder
So disturbed ….I pace with my arms folded as I silently yell at the walls ….silent ….always silent
what does a voice mean when whatever you once had to say seems ….lost completely in the noise
In effort to put my mind somewhere else I turn to read the latest of the war— and pick up my phone which I’ve kept on silent since I left the hide ….just wanting to be alone with my own thoughts
….and drawn back to my phone as it is my only connection to the internet as such and …. see a message through messenger from someone I have not seen or heard from in over eight years
<<how are you?>>
I tap it to open it and stop….
“No,” I say aloud to the empty room
I put my phone down and cover my face
The tone of a call comes through voice call.
I hesitate as it tones three times ….and then, tap the call
“Your Welsh needs serious help….Beth,” the familiar lilting voice says
“Bran….?”
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