Chapter
2: Wendy
Chapter
3: Meanwhile, back at the house...
Chapter 9:
You got some 'splainin to do
Chapter 8:Where's Bob?
Wendy pulled into the parking lot and looked around for
Bob's car, it did not seem to be in the parking lot. Hmmmm... it wasn't
like Bob to leave the apartment without turning on the answer machine,
but atleast it explained why she had not been able to wake him up with
the telephone all afternoon. He must have just forgotten to turn on the
machine....she hoped that was a good sign, Bob's "issues" usually had
alot to do with conspiracies and he would have made sure to turn on the
machine to avoid answering the phone before he left if he had felt like
people were out to get him. Maybe the new medication just made him a little
forgetful. Wendy hoped Bob had not gone to a bar. He did so much better
when he didn't drink, of course, Bob didn't agree, he said that alcohol
usually helped him maintain control. One of his many counselors had told
Wendy that this is known as self medication and is very common among the
mentally challenged. Wendy walked up to the apartment and tried the door,
good.... atleast Bob had remembered to lock the door. She unlocked the
door and went inside. Hmmmm....there was a beer bottle on the kitchen
table.....not a good sign. Wendy also noticed a big rip in the carpet
under the kitchen table, uh oh, surely nothing bad had happened, the new
medication was walking so well, well she should try to keep from jumping
to conclusions, but maybe she had better call Susan just the same. Dinner
would probably not be a good idea tonight, besides Bob had already dealt
with one member of the public today. As she picked up the beer bottle
off the table she noticed a piece of paper. hmmm....
drainage ditch?
The woods?
Contruction site?
Abandoned house?
Now what on earth could this be? What had Bob been thinking about
when he wrote this? Places conspirators can hide.... Oh God! Well, before
she went jumping to conclusions she should atleast see if the T.V. had
been fixed. Where was the remote? There on the couch, she crossed her
fingers and hit the power button. Praise God! The T.V. came on. It was
on T.V. ville, one of Bob's favorite stations, so he had atleast been
calm enough to watch a little T.V. after the repairman left. Maybe there
was some reasonable explanation for the strange piece of paper and the
ripped carpet. She would just try to remain calm until Bob came home.
Now, to call Susan and tell her that the would have to postpone dinner.......but
what reason could she give Susan? She had only met Susan a couple of weeks
ago and was not yet comfortable enough with her to say, Oh, don't come
over, I think my husband may be a little crazy right now.....Well, she
would just tell Susan that Bob was a little under the weather. She called
Susan and they decided they would just have dinner some other time. Susan
didn't seem to suspicous. Wendy hoped that with Bob on the new medication
they could actually have a social life soon.