Dear Diary: 23 Oct to 1 Nov
Sunday 23 October 40 Paradigm Year
Dear Diary,
I recently Remembered that Dorothy Wayneright kept a diary, so I endeavor to do the same. Today, I woke Roger Smith up at 11:30 AM by playing the piano. He seemed upset. Waking up should be quick and efficient. Perhaps I should learn to play "Reveille" on the bugle. Instro praises my playing. If Roger did not stay up so late, he would probably wake up in a better mood. If he woke up earlier then maybe he would get more work done in the day and not stay up so late.
That also brings up another point. Why does he preen himself and then wears clothing that can barely be differentiated at night? His nocturnal schedule and the frequent rain also render his shades useless.
I had no control over how I fell in with such a strange man. Father, forgive me. You told me to stay away from men like him. Yet, this is my lot and I must come to terms.
I hear his car starting; I must go.
R. Dorothy Wayneright
Tuesday 25 October 40 PY
Dear Diary,
Roger Smith is a louse.
I found an issue of "Big and Bouncy" magazine in the bathroom. I am also irritated because he leaves the seat up on the toilet every time he uses it.
R. Dorothy Wayneright
Wednesday 26 Oct 40 PY
Dear Diary,
Norman asked me if I was happy living here and if I was happy serving Roger Smith. I replied that I have no complaints.
R. Dorothy Wayneright
Thursday 27 Oct 40 PY
Dear Diary,
A Megadeus attacked the city today. Roger defeated it.
R. Dorothy Wayneright
Friday 28 Oct 40 PY
Dear Diary,
Roger got upset, because I got him colorful boxer shorts instead of the wretched black ones that he usually wears. I told him that the department store does not carry black boxers. He told me that he got them custom tailored.
If Roger Smith had encountered color by numbers as a child, would he have colored the entire picture black?
Why did I write that?
R. Dorothy Wayneright
Sat 29 Oct 40 PY
Dear Diary,
Why am I writing this? I am not Dorothy Wayneright, which is why I sign as R. Dorothy. Otherwise it would be as silly as Roger calling himself Mr. Roger Smith, though I would not put that past him.
It seems silly, but it does give me something to do, since I do not need much 'sleep'. I need some down time for software maintenance and hardware diagnostics and some time for my power source to recharge. However, my brain does not need to sort itself out every night to avoid madness and delirium.
R. Dorothy Wayneright
Tue 1 Nov 40 PY
Dear Diary,
Yesterday, I ran in Dan Dastun, the Paradigm Military Policeman, and he invited me to go for a drink. It was the second time I had seen him out of uniform. He doffed his cap to me. I called Norman to ask him if I was needed at home. He told me no, Master Roger was out with Ms. Patricia Lovejoy. I accepted Dastun's invitation. He had waited for me like gentleman. He is a soft spoken man, though his demeanor seemed rough. We went to Amadeus and saw Instro there.
We sat at a table and Dastun asked me what I wanted. I told him not to bother, that I could not taste it or react to the alcohol. He ordered a rum with Coke for me and a scotch on the rocks for himself.
"It tastes better with company," he said.
I could not taste it, but the carbonation tickled. I liked the sensation and told him that it was interesting.
"So, how are you getting on with Roger?" he asked.
"He is often rude, but I'm used to of it," I replied.
"The way you two carry on, it's as if you were brother and sister or an old married couple," he said with a laugh. He had dinner with us two weeks back and had a chance to observe us. He looked much younger when he laughed. Instro played 'Claire de Lune' by Debussy. Dastun took a drink and fell silent.
"How do you know Roger Smith?" I asked him.
"He was a cadet in the force." Dastun replied. "Back then, he believed in the force. He was always a smart aleck, but he was smart on his feet, smart at the research. I told Smith that he would go far if he wanted to. He was one of the youngest lieutenants on the force.
"He was one of the boys. Anytime they went out for a greasy burger and a beer, he was there.
"But then came a case that changed him."
It is nearly noon, I must go and awake Roger.
R. Dorothy Wayneright