[prelude to Dr. Evans continued]
After deliberating for a few more days over the business card Stina handed to me—days of wondering why she would insist upon my calling to go see this doctor
which ….then lead to a sudden (few) call(s) to Stina over this
which —in the end, forced me to have to leave a voice mail after …. a series of hang ups
which was actually prompted by a nasty text from her telling me to either text her what this was about or leave a voice message as she did not “appreciate all the calls” —and—if I’d “butt dialed” her number ….she would block my number hence forth unless ….
I say in my voice message to her,
<<“if this is a rouse and you are really suggesting that I am mentally and emotionally unbalanced and need to see a shrink at the insistence of the Interpol ‘bureau’ I don’t remember signing up for —then I hereby resign my commission!”>>
In which she called me back rather quickly after I left the message
“You really can be such an annoying brat,” she tells me with her condescending Swedish superior airs that I’ve noted come native to some
“Well thank you so much,” I say, “I guess it takes one to know one….”
Her silence punctuates loudly over the line. As well as her slow but significant indrawn breath as she slowly says,
“mental stability aside —as the jury is still out on your somewhat undefined legendary lexicon of digressive internet babble —which explores some dubious introspections of extra sensory perceptions and memories from alleged previous histories ….” here a notable intake of breath when she requires coming up for air, “as a matter of fact it is research! For whom you might ask? Well possibly for both of us! I am not required to order you to seek mental help —but what this is for is to investigate both for the benefit of international interest as—well as your own.”
“Oh that clears everything up for me, thanks! International interest? Ha! Whatever…. a dig in Wales hardly warrants that!”
“It is not so much the dig itself, Ms Rhys-Jones, but—“ she stops short to suddenly check herself and…. I hear a moment’s thoughtful hesitation perhaps intentional …? “Has Jörn not….well, he’s not had time has he….? Hmm—you know, after Retnuh Nivek’s escape from the Adirondak underground incident when the codes you had buried proved useful in the old mill maker’s letter lock safe…. it came to light that you might have tripped open another Pandora’s box.”
I half suppress a gasp —a bit too late,
“w-what are you talking about?” as I think back to those days underground….especially when I thought Jörn had left me there. I had the feeling ….I spoke quite a lot in my unconscious state and that—along with that sense that every room in every part of that property had hidden microphones recording every moment
“Jörn believes there are other codes.”
“Codes!?! You mean —in me?”
“Or things you’ve forgotten you know which —not only may be relevant to whatever Sunny is trying to smoke out of you.”
“So this doctor is part of intelligence?”
“This doctor happens to have faith that you are in the process of solving a mystery which on one hand connects you to a historical past but—on the other ….also has key elements connected to ties to political secrets relevant to the current world wide crisis….”
“Shut the fuck up,” I laugh because I really needed to let off the tension and enjoy this for her twisted humor
In fact —cannot stop laughing
“I’m serious,” she says when I guess she realizes I think she’s teasing me
Then I seem to fall into a daze…. and just stare dumbly at a ground hog outside ….on its way to the nearby pond —carrying something in its mouth ….I almost forget she’s still there
Until
“Hello?” she says
“Oh….!” and start to shake off the daze
I arrange an Uber to take me to Dr. Evan’s office
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