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against the sun.  She noticed the cursor flashing, mocking the disquieted feeling of too many memories loose and out of control.  Suddenly, she remembered she was at work.  Were their customers? She feared looking into the parking lot for fear or Mr. and Mrs. Vanilla calling an ambulance or cop for the insane woman behind the counter!  Susan was grateful nobody was in the office.  She whipped her head around and noticed that nobody was in the parking lot either.  Gradually, the smells of stale beer and fresh bread faded in her memory.  In its place was the sharp smell of freshly mowed grass and a distinctly comforting odor of barbeque.  Susan was relieved to realize she was at Uncle Lars’ motel doing her job and not filled with morbid fear anywhere!
    As Susan tidied her office, she kept looking back at the computer .  She felt she had abandoned a friend when she was most needed.  A curiosity built inside of her as she wondered how Susan the Bride would escape the evil restaurant owners…and where had Anna gone? She chastised herself and put coffee on.  Watching the water boil, she wondered what Dr. Freudette would think.
     
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    “Maybe I am as crazy as they all think I am,” Susan muttered under her breath.
    “Maybe they are all crazy and it is just you and me that are normal!” Susan smiled and laughed as she turned to face her best friend, Nina.
    “Anyway, I heard you were having trouble today !  Something about being lost?” Nina chattered happily as she helped herself to some coffee.  “I always say…you can’t get lost if you don’t know where you are going!”
    Susan told Nina she was starved, and maybe they should order in pizza .  Nothing more normal on this earth than eating fresh pizza with your best friend.  The girls chattered happily about Larry and his new weightlifting endeavor as they munched with satisfaction the best pizza in Alexandria.  Susan considered telling Nina about the strange detachment that begun to occur during her writing.  She knew how Nina would react.  Attributing the whole mess to Bob and Anna and her mom, of course.  For some reason, Susan wanted to protect this private, secret part of her life.  She knew she would be forced to share it with Dr. Freudette--but which part would she share?  Suddenly, Susan felt self-conscious of her writings.  Would the shrink read her stories and read deeper? What did the crazy, disjointed stories really mean in terms of her own mental health, Susan mused, “and exactly why am I writing this nonsense,” she muttered.
    Later that night, alone at the motel, Susan turned off the television in hopes of learning Susan the Bride’s fate.  She felt guilty that she had failed her friend somehow.  Leaving her like that slumped on the floor with a knife-wielding maniac cashier on the loose!  Susan smiled. I think I have really finally gone right over the cliff with this writing crap .  Susan crawled expectantly into bed.  As she settled into the comforting sheets, she did not notice that she had left Bob’s pillow cast aside, forgotten.  Instead she focused on the screen, and wondered how Susan the Bride was making out with the evil restaurant owners.
    “Never mind, I think I figured it out !  Thank you!”  Susan said, running toward the door, slamming it against the hinges so the little bell rang and sprinting across the street toward her car.  A pick-up truck screeched his brakes and laid on the horn since Susan ran straight out in front of him.  “Moron!” the driver yelled.  She was in too much of a hurry to care.
    “My car keys, damn it !  My car keys!  Where are my car keys?  Please God, don’t do this to me.  Please.”  She was talking to herself now, trembling and shaky.  Susan searched all her pockets, and damn, the keys were not there.
    “ Run Susan.  Escape.  At least from here.  Catch a bus.  Go to the police.  Find the same shopping mall.  Your family would certainly come looking