Exit Strategy

"I wish that moon would hurry."
She seemed to sense that he was waiting for it and would be inactive until it made its appearance.
"Yes, it would be terrible if it should be behind schedule on this particular night."
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

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Twenty-five years ago today:

August 24, 1985
Saturday

Yesterday my telephone rang and it was another mysterious ‘hang up’ as soon as my voice was heard saying ‘Hello’. I know it was probably Rachelle Davies. I refused to call her back. I have not spoken to her since last Wednesday (that was the infamous day that she was going out to see the Rick Springfield concert in Sacramento). She’ll get over Springfield sooner or later.

I woke up and went to mom’s house at 8:40 in the morning. She was babysitting Ashley. I played with Ash for a while and then went home to take a nap. I knew I was being lazy this weekend. I will have to make up for it sooner—or later. I didn’t even go out for a bicycle ride.

Helen dropped by at my mom’s house. She wanted me to accompany her to San Francisco to return a GUCCI purse. I didn’t really want to go—nor did my mom. When Helen returned from The City we went for a NATION’s Burgers visit.

Denise Vinsonhaler phoned me and we exchanged a few caring words.
“What are you doing?” Denise asked.
“Oh, I’m probably going to watch a video with my mom and sister-in-law. Maybe we can do something tomorrow,” I replied.
“Okay then why don’t you call me tomorrow.”
“I’ll do that.”

I watched the movie “DREAMSCAPE”. By 11PM I was feeling quite sleepy. I left mom’s house and went to bed. I decided to make a phone call to Rachelle but there was no answer. I decided to make another phone call to Denise but there was no answer.  It was time to ‘dreamscape’ about Karen and wonder what is in store for me with regard to Paloma.


The only way he could manage to survive the shift was by concentrating on his exit strategy and by reminding himself that in so many ways, he was already gone.
-Richard Price
"Lush Life"