A/N: This chapter has been done for quite while and I was hoping for another chapter before I wound this up. But my muse said "No" in the form of a massive attack of writer's block. Real life has left me little time to eat or sleep, so here goes….
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Fingernails on a keyboard. Steady rhythm.
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Dear Sirs,
As instructed I have been keeping close watch on the Subject since her return from Taipei. When she first returned she was distraught and moody. She was quite restless and appeared preoccupied. There were no "wrong number" calls and her father tended to check on her more than usual.
The sound of rushing water, faint singing in the background.
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However, in the past day or so, her disposition has changed. She is happy, content, and almost giddy.
Pause. Silence. Rushing water matches rushing thoughts.
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"Ahhh"
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The cause for the change in behavior has not been determined and the Subject has not alluded to anything.
"Damn," cuts through the air.
Smells of burning food.
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"Damn"
Absence of rushing water.
"Hey Syd"
"Yah?"
Drip drip drip
Water dripping on the hallway floor.
"Breakfast is on the table. I have to leave to meet the produce guys at the restaurant."
"OK. See you tonight!"
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More to follow.
The Maid
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A/N2: A BIG thanks to Hil over at CD. Her comments in MIR were the inspiration. Hope it was worthy. Thank you to everyone else who helped by reviewing and making comments. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
XOXOX