Blindsided

Blindsided 23

It took several minutes after Maggy stopped the car before Cassy moved.  When she got out, Maggy wrapped an arm around her as much for reassurance as to assist her through the darkened parking lot.

“Let’s get our j’s on; I’ll make some tea, put some music on,” Maggy offered gently.

Retrieving Cassy’s drops, she placed them on the inside fridge door realizing that with all that had transpired, she hadn’t given them a thought.

Cassy moved like an automation.  Clutching her purse to her body, she walked to the spare bedroom accompanied by Maggy toting the overnight case with she’d managed to retrieve.

After all the recent events, she was determined Cassy needed protection, doubly so considering the dilemma with her eyes.  She’d stick to her like glue if that’s what it took. God, what the hell is going on, she wondered retracing her steps.

Cassy had to borrow j’s as she hadn’t found any in the luggage.

They met in the living room.  Maggy placed the teapot and cups on the coffee table. “I took the liberty of borrowing something to sleep it, I hope you don’t mind.”

“What’s mine is yours, no worries.”  Easing into the chairs angled in front of the window, they sat quietly.  Then Maggy said, “Cassy, I phoned my boss to request my full vacation, effective immediately, don’t worry I didn’t give lengthy explanations enough he’d know it was necessary.”

“Maggy, you can’t.  I won’t let you do this.”

“Too late, not that you could stop me anyway. If I feel the need to work, I can use my laptop since I’m more freelance than anything.”

“You now have a shadow.  If he wants you, he goes through me.  I intend to make this as difficult as I can, any way I can.”

“Maggy, you’re terrific and I am humbled by your dedication, but I would never ask you to place yourself in harm’s way; besides, I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you because of me.”  She reached out across the space dividing them taking hold of Maggy’s hand.

“It won’t.”

“I’ve begun to wonder if I’m losing my mind!  During the past couple of weeks, I’ve found things moved.  I’d last used the phone, in the bedroom but found it in the kitchen or I’ll find something in the living room I was sure had previously been in the bedroom.  Stuff like that.  I put it down to being forgetful or a result of my eyes, but I’m beginning to wonder if someone’s accessing my house.  I can’t even say when I first noticed little changes here and there.  The house is locked tighter than a drum, I have a security code for god’s sake.”

 

 

 

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