The Trickster Diaries/Epilogue, Part 2
The idea that Juliette was involved crossed my mind. The idea that she was that crazy, that self-protective—not at all the things her profile suggested—but vengeful, paranoid and angry, was an idea not so deep inside the jungle of conspiratorial investigation. Women in general were angry. For good reason. But why else, I wondered, would the writing group on Ello so suddenly stop reposting my novel before getting to the segments featuring our online relationship EXCEPT at Juliette’s request? If there were other reasons, I was unaware of them. By contrast it was nakedly obvious her and the writing group lead, Ann, were friends on some level, having reposted and commented on each others work too frequently to ignore. Seemed childish, definitely, yet logical, that this sisterhood thing was kicking in.
Had kicked in.
My art ostracized as a result.
Politics. Favoritism. Cronyism. Fear of self-discovery, loss of identity (or image, rather). There was no question all that was going down in virtual reality, but had it crossed over into the real world? Doubtful, but entirely possible. All one had to do was read my memoir.
Jesus Christ! NOW look who’s paranoid.
Didn’t matter. Not really. The why of it didn’t matter, only the reality. And the reality was that after only four months at the new crib I was suddenly back in the same situation Melissa had rescued me from before. The only difference was that this time I felt targeted. Something about Doug, the buyer, made me feel targeted, as if he was acting maliciously, and on someone else’s behalf.
But, no point in dwelling on that feeling. Or speculating.
Time only for action.
So I immediately get in touch with Melissa.