The Trickster Diaries/Epilogue, Part 3
“The walk-thru was strange. She kind of left it dangling…”
Me: I said ‘I just moved IN!’ And Laura said ‘Well, there are any number of possibilities.’ And that was that. I was too shell-shocked to respond ’Such as?’
Melissa: Could mean she owns another property you could rent. She owns lots of properties out there, and in town. But listen, I’ll start looking. And I’ll text her, find out what I can. lay a guilt trip on her to say the least. I won’t let you become homeless.
Me: You’re the most bestest…
Melissa: (Laughing) I know, (Then in unison) ‘in ALL the land.’
Friday, December 22, 7AM.
Sabrina: (Swinging her head around to look at me) WHAT?! You mean sleep in a TENT?! Baby you too old for that shit!
Me: Listen, let me put it to you this way. My… flirtation with the real world—your world—ain’t workin so hot. Besides, come February there’ll be a bus going through the park everyday. In fact, you should switch to that route. Anyhow, screw walls. Screw paying rent…
Sabrina: Running water?
Me: Yeah, well…
Sabrina: Your cats?!
Me: Yeah, well, I’m sort of re-thinking the whole cat thing.
She doesn’t stop laughing until we get to Tom’s place way back past Lupe’s off several twisting dirt roads. Tom boards. “What’s so funny?”
Sabrina: I’ll let your friend here tell you.
So I tell him.
Tom: Well shit, man. Just rent my guest house.
Me: Really? You serious?
Tom: Hell yeah.
My phone’s doing something. It’s a text from Sabrina. How in the hell did she manage that while driving, I wonder. It reads: Oh HELL NO!
We pick up Enuncio, drop him and Tom off in town, then go for coffee. “See,” says Sabrina, sipping her caramel frappe, “Tom don’t even own that place. He was taking care of the owner, some old man who died. It’s only a matter of time till he gets thrown out.”
Me: Yeah, well, everything’s only a matter of time.
Sabrina: What in the HELL in the matter with you? Are you forgetting he’s got 50 cats? Couldn’t you smell the cat pee on him? Plus all he does is drink all day.
Me: Yeah, well…
Maybe it’s the caffeine kicking in. Now we’re both cracking up.
Sabrina: Shit, I should rent you my tool shed.
Me: Now yer talkin. I could bathe in the swimming pool, poop on the lawn…
Sabrina finally settles down enough to check her watch. “Come on, I gotta go. You need cigarettes, right? I’ll take you to the casino.”
Me: Hey, have I told you lately you’re the most…
Sabrina: Yeah yeah, the most bestest in ALL the land.