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"Why couldn't you just be some postal officer."
I tossed yesterday's paper into the garbage can. I got up and
closed my office door, trying to block out the everyday sounds of
work.
Madlax had refused to elaborate any further on her
latest assignment, other than to assure me she wasn't in
immediate mortal danger. She'd dressed in another suit, a
beautiful blue one that made her look even lovelier than the day
before.
"Not trying to seduce someone, are you?" I'd
asked, trying not to sound jealous. She had just laughed and then
told me it was part of her assignment. I'd not gotten an
answer; and our ride to the office had been quiet, despite her
teasing efforts to get me to talk.
I put my head in my hands,
elbows on the desk. She was an agent- seduction, at some point,
was probably required on the job. I'd never thought about it- I
was so worried that her life was at stake, I never thought about
anything else.
I sighed. There wasn't anyone I could really
talk to about this. No one knew about it, the whole truth, the
real story- except …Margaret. Margaret! It seemed silly to talk
to the girl, but she seemed to know more about Madlax than me. I
fished around in my purse, looking for her number. Grabbing the
office phone, I quickly dialed out.
"Hello?" her shy voice
brought a smile to my face.
"Margaret. This is Vanessa. Am I
disturbing you?"
"No, I'm at lunch now. I'm glad you
called. I miss you." Her honesty was disarming, and I felt
myself slump in my chair. How could I have thought to interrogate
the girl?
"Well- I was just missing you too." I said
quietly, resigning myself to not getting any peace of
mind.
"Something is bothering you." She said softly. "Is
it about the time before?"
"It's just…everything.
Madlax. My parents." I hadn't called them, and dreaded the
arrival of Saturday. I sighed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
be like this."
"But this time is better than last time.
Now you've got Madlax back, and your parents are alive again.
You shouldn't think-."
"My parents! What are you saying
about my parents?" I cut her off, suddenly feeling anxious. I
remembered Madlax picking up a family photo, and asking if my
parents were alive.
"What happened to my parents?" I
tried to keep my voice down. There was a silence on the other
end, then I heard Margaret heave a large sigh.
"Do you
really want to know?" she asked me.
"Tell me. Tell me
everything." I demanded.