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snorts and sounds a bit put off by my description of our encounter. “Well, glad to know you two had fun, cooped up together.”
I decide to limit the amount of information I’m willing to give to Ms. Powers. There’s something ominous about the tone of her voice and her attitude.
I need to move the focus off the two of us, “It was difficult to cope with all the tremors in that elevator. Seemed as though the aftershocks would never stop. I was afraid that the elevator would plunge down to the basement,” I explain. Maybe Kristen will sound friendlier if I tell her about the scary aspects of our adventure.
“Did he help soothe you?” she asks in a menacing way. That’s an inappropriate assumption and question, though it’s true. She sounds less than pleased about our encounter.
“The supplies that he ordered from the crew really made the whole situation livable,” I state in a neutral manner. “We’re lucky that the crew came to our rescue so quickly.”
I hear her dismissive snort as a response. Kristen could be a detective or under strict orders from the Grant family to monitor all of Tristan’s contacts for all I know. Maybe the family’s very protective of Tristan’s social contacts.
“Did the two of you actually meet in the elevator, for the first time?” she asks with renewed interest.
“No. I’d just finished interviewing with Mr. Grant for a job at his company. So, I knew a bit about him and his company before the quake hit,” I admit with discomfort.
“How’d you end up in the same elevator, then?” she’s more than a bit nosey about our connection.
“Just pure chance, I’m sure,” is all I give her. I don’t want to stoke her emotions by admitting that he walked me to the elevator nor that he was trying to convince me to take another option at PCC. She’s giving me the third degree. What’s her problem?
“Well, whatever happened in that elevator’s made him anxious to see you,” she observes. “Let me know when you’re in the area and I’ll set up an appointment for you.” So, Kristen Powers doesn’t know that Tristan’s asked me to visit this evening. Maybe she isn’t aware that I’m moving to Mission Beach today. Hmmm. I’m determined to keep her in the dark.
“Thanks, Ms. Powers. I’ll let you know when I need an appointment to see Mr. Grant. I need to go now,” I assert. If she’s a detective for the family, she’s out of touch with the major players, for the moment. Could there be factions in the family?
“Yes, of course, Joanna. It’s a pleasure to speak with you. We’ll talk again soon,” she promises in a cool but distant manner.
“Goodbye, Kristen,” I add in an even tone and click off. I don’t intend to call Kristen Powers again; at least not until after I’ve spoken with Tristan about her. Now, I’m more than curious about his family and their friends. That conversation was just weird. Now, it’s time to shift into moving mode.
Erik, Ashley and I pack up our final items in the van. Erik’s going to drive it west to Mission Beach while Ashley and I will each drive each our overstuffed cars there. I’m guessing that I’ll be the last person to reach the condo, given my less than powerful and ancient Honda. The reward for my efforts will be seeing Tristan, tonight. I’ve got plenty to think about on my drive.
We arrive in Mission Beach in the early afternoon. The area we live in hasn’t been damaged much by the quake but many businesses are still closed. I love our airy and bright apartment. My bedroom is twice the size of my former place near campus in La Mesa. We’ve been unpacking boxes for hours. I’m sore and sweaty by 4:30pm. I let Ashley and Erik know that I’ll be visiting Tristan tonight. Erik looks a bit put off by the news. I give him a long hug for all the help he’s given us with the move. He swings me around with enthusiasm.
“For you, and my
I decide to limit the amount of information I’m willing to give to Ms. Powers. There’s something ominous about the tone of her voice and her attitude.
I need to move the focus off the two of us, “It was difficult to cope with all the tremors in that elevator. Seemed as though the aftershocks would never stop. I was afraid that the elevator would plunge down to the basement,” I explain. Maybe Kristen will sound friendlier if I tell her about the scary aspects of our adventure.
“Did he help soothe you?” she asks in a menacing way. That’s an inappropriate assumption and question, though it’s true. She sounds less than pleased about our encounter.
“The supplies that he ordered from the crew really made the whole situation livable,” I state in a neutral manner. “We’re lucky that the crew came to our rescue so quickly.”
I hear her dismissive snort as a response. Kristen could be a detective or under strict orders from the Grant family to monitor all of Tristan’s contacts for all I know. Maybe the family’s very protective of Tristan’s social contacts.
“Did the two of you actually meet in the elevator, for the first time?” she asks with renewed interest.
“No. I’d just finished interviewing with Mr. Grant for a job at his company. So, I knew a bit about him and his company before the quake hit,” I admit with discomfort.
“How’d you end up in the same elevator, then?” she’s more than a bit nosey about our connection.
“Just pure chance, I’m sure,” is all I give her. I don’t want to stoke her emotions by admitting that he walked me to the elevator nor that he was trying to convince me to take another option at PCC. She’s giving me the third degree. What’s her problem?
“Well, whatever happened in that elevator’s made him anxious to see you,” she observes. “Let me know when you’re in the area and I’ll set up an appointment for you.” So, Kristen Powers doesn’t know that Tristan’s asked me to visit this evening. Maybe she isn’t aware that I’m moving to Mission Beach today. Hmmm. I’m determined to keep her in the dark.
“Thanks, Ms. Powers. I’ll let you know when I need an appointment to see Mr. Grant. I need to go now,” I assert. If she’s a detective for the family, she’s out of touch with the major players, for the moment. Could there be factions in the family?
“Yes, of course, Joanna. It’s a pleasure to speak with you. We’ll talk again soon,” she promises in a cool but distant manner.
“Goodbye, Kristen,” I add in an even tone and click off. I don’t intend to call Kristen Powers again; at least not until after I’ve spoken with Tristan about her. Now, I’m more than curious about his family and their friends. That conversation was just weird. Now, it’s time to shift into moving mode.
Erik, Ashley and I pack up our final items in the van. Erik’s going to drive it west to Mission Beach while Ashley and I will each drive each our overstuffed cars there. I’m guessing that I’ll be the last person to reach the condo, given my less than powerful and ancient Honda. The reward for my efforts will be seeing Tristan, tonight. I’ve got plenty to think about on my drive.
We arrive in Mission Beach in the early afternoon. The area we live in hasn’t been damaged much by the quake but many businesses are still closed. I love our airy and bright apartment. My bedroom is twice the size of my former place near campus in La Mesa. We’ve been unpacking boxes for hours. I’m sore and sweaty by 4:30pm. I let Ashley and Erik know that I’ll be visiting Tristan tonight. Erik looks a bit put off by the news. I give him a long hug for all the help he’s given us with the move. He swings me around with enthusiasm.
“For you, and my
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