3-15-93
(7pm) Here is a weird one: This guy came to the door and asked to use the phone. He said he lived in the house behind my place and his phone was dead. He said he had checked the apartments in back, but nobody was home. (That is a lie. (He would have come to my back door instead of the front door if that was true.)) (He dialed a number that started with the prefix reserved for the City and the County. All he said was "Hi Will. Just checking to see if you were there. Bye." (I checked the City / County phone book and the only Will is a detective.)) (He wore a baseball hat that had a snarling dog and "K 9" on it, which would suggest military or law enforcement.) (I wonder what that was all about?) (The joys of paranoia!)
3-17-93
(5pm) Erica left a note. (She comments on how filthy the place is. (I can’t cope with hostility and that is a constant around here; so I am mostly staying in my room.) (I will clean the next time he goes to Belgrade to visit his mom.))
I have been trying to not rock the boat until after graduation. (He is doing well in school, he is working, and he is into his theater group; and I can suffer through for a couple more months.) (After that, if he stays, we will have to have another confrontation and make some changes.)
I am not an easy person to get to know, and I am sure that is part of our problem.
Two strangers sharing 300 square feet of living space in the slums is another part of our problem.
As with all relationships, my poverty is another element. (Their mom led them to believe that my dad is rich and that created a false perception.) (I wish I had money to help them out; but with my social disability, I am unlikely to ever make much money.)
3-18-93
(5pm) I got a letter from Samantha. (They are doing great!)
(8pm) Sharon dropped by with her tax stuff. (She was feeling bad about turning 48.) (She jumped me and we made out on the couch for awhile. Then she said she had to get home before her beau started wondering why she was gone so long.)
3-19-93
(5pm) The captain in charge of detectives and his secretary (her hubby is a patrol lieutenant) showed up in the smoking lounge at work at the same time as I did today. (The topic she chose was teenagers. (They both have high school kids at home.) (Hers, it turns out, worked at the same place as my sons do.) (Was it coincidence or a fishing expedition to try and find out more about Bryan?))
3-27-93
(5pm) I keep my JD in my bedroom and never leave the room unlocked, but the JD is disappearing at a much faster rate than I consume. (?) (I am going to change the lock and see if that changes things.)