By the end of my shift, I’d worked
myself into one hell of a state and    
almost forgot to take the note out of  
my back pocket. I had to go back and   
dig through the dirty-scrub bag before 
I found it.                            
     Thank God, I thought as I opened  
the note outside, but all that was     
typed on it was, “Read your e-mail,”   
and that was it.                       
     I ran across the street, to that  
same coffee shop with the cool public  
phone and ordered a coffee.            
     While taking a sip, I found a seat
and took out my phone. I checked my    
e-mail and found it easily enough. How 
could I miss it really? The subject    
line was just one word,                
“!!!ASSHOLE!!!”.                       
     That alone made me not want to    
* read it, but I had to know.              
     It was only two paragraphs, but   
the first one started off pleasantly   
enough, “EAT SHIT ASSHOLE!”, and then  
went downhill from there.              
     Yeah, that Cat was fucking mad, no
doubt.                                 
     The e-mail didn't help. It just   
made me anxious again, and the only    
good news was that at least she was    
still alive, but was she alive now?    
     As I quickly finishing my coffee  
and walked back across the street, I   
kept wanting to run back inside to make
sure she was ok.                       
     As maddening as it was not        
knowing, I also knew that my whole plan
might explode if I did that.           
     I had to be patient and follow the
original plan. That was my best course 
of action right now.                   



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