The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 103
Yeah, I guess I knew the answer going in. That straight up honesty thing goes both ways. I never told her my romantic interest in her had faded and died some time back, just assumed she knew. She should have. It was there, visible, understandable, in all my short prose, in all the dialogue with Liz.
She should have known my invitation to show at the upcoming art events in the high desert didn’t mean, you know, show up personally, for chrissakes.
So why? What was in her head?
It was impossible to tell even after signing back on to Ello and using yet a third identity to access her feed, which was different. Drastically so.
She hadn’t posted at all in the month since our split. Her follower numbers had plummeted as if she’d purged them, hundreds of them. And she was no longer allowing comments.
There was someone, however, someone we’d both been following, who seemed to have a more personal than virtual friendship with her. Hard to say because it seemed like every time they’d set up a rendezvous, Juliette cancelled.
“No worries smiley kisses love you heart emojis,” her friend would write after the fact, which naturally led me to think: Wait—if they’re so close, how come all this personal shit is happening on Ello and not private email, or phone?
Crazy longshot, sure. Still, out of ideas, options, pretty much everything else a guy can be out of, I took it. I scrolled down her friend’s feed a full month, checking each and every comment till I found a long back and forth between her and Juliette—a “deeply shaken” Juliette—who confessed she believed her life was in danger.
That I, or Liz, or maybe Liz and I, intended to take it.
Fly to NYC, murder Juliette, fly back home.
Maybe catch a show.