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āHiya! How can Iā?ā
Eleanorās chipper smile falls instantly, her nose wrinkling as though she smells something strange. As though sheās not totally convinced of what sheās seeing, she adjusts her glasses. She removes them, wipes them on her shirt, puts them back on, adjusts them again,Ā squintsā
āYou.ā Eleanor says flatly, her jaw set and expression tense.Ā āYou canāt be here. Youāre aā I meanā There is a lotta silverĀ ān...Ā ān monkshood in here. Donāt fuck with me. I have a knife! Iām a witch! Go away before... before... ugh, just go!ā
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voicemails left on spencer johnsonās answering machine by one alice fischer
One missed call from 555-0194 on 4/19/2020 at 4:15AM.
One message from 555-0194 on 4/19/2020 at 4:15AM.
[Beep.]
Hey... Spencer. Itās me. Yāknow. Alice. Listen, I... Iāve been thinking about what you said about... yāknow, staying out of trouble. Heh. Guess I donāt listen very well,Ā ācause Iām...
[sigh ; her voice breaks, just a little, just for a second ]
I really made a mess of things. Can I come over? I canāt- I canāt be here. In the city. I know itās far, but... but I can make it over if youād just... ... ...
[dead air for several seconds] ... just call me back,Ā ākay?
Three missed calls from 555-0194 on 5/02/2020 at 2:09PM.
Two messages from 555-0194 on 5/02/2020.
First message, at 2:09PM.
[Beep.]Ā
Spencer.
[her breath is panicked and shaky, like sheād just finished crying - like she wasnāt quite through]
Pick up the phone. Damn it, I- I need you to pick up the phone, okay? Okay? Just- I had this dream, and- and I know what youāre gonna say. Youāre gonna say itās just a dream, but it felt... real, Spencer. It felt real. Call me back and tell me youāre okay, okay? Please? For my sake. Okay, Iām gonna-
Second message, at 2:11PM.
[Beep.]
Sorry, that last one probably... sounded crazy.Ā
[hesitant, halfhearted laughter; a sniffle]
Just- just forget it, okay? Iām sorry. I just- I dunno. Just forget it. Iāll talk to you when Iām... Iām gonna go to the hospital or- or something. Iām not hurt, I just... need to clear my head. You know where to call if you need me. Be out in a week, unless I end up being... yāknow. Seeya.
Ten missed calls from 555-0194 on 5/13/2020 at 7:49PM.
No messages.
Four missed calls from 555-0194 on 5/20/2020 at 6:01AM.
No messages.
One missed call from 555-0194 on 6/04/2020 at 8:19AM.
One message from 555-0194 on 6/04/2020 at 8:19AM.
[Beep.]Ā
I had that dream again. The one that... wasnāt a dream the first time. When... when you were out of your mind. When you had too much. When you almost... [a sigh, as though she thinks better of elaborating on the subject] Iād never... seen you like that, and I know itās been a long time but I keep thinking about it and dreaming about it and worrying about you.
I... worry about you so much, Spencer. I miss you. Havenāt seen you in a while, havenāt heard from you either. Iām scared something... happened. Like youāre dead, or... or something. [a laugh, soft and tired]
Or maybe Iām just the crazy girl from the city whoās leaving these insane voicemails on your phoneĀ ācause I canāt take a hint. Iāunno. Just... call me and tell me to fuck off so I can stop, yeah?Ā
One missed call from 555-0194 on 6/19/2020 at 4:15PM.
One message from 555-0194 on 6/19/2020 at 4:15PM.
[Beep.]
I heard a song on the radio today. Reminded me of you. It went kinda like...
[she half hums, half sings part of āhey bulldogā by the beatles; it isnāt half-bad, might even be a little sweet-sounding; āyou can talk to me... if youāre lonely, you can talk to me...ā]Ā
Iāunno. Something like that. Canāt remember too much of it, but you get the idea.
Anyway, I miss you. I always feel like Iām smothering you, but sometimes I feel like if I donāt smother you then youāll stop existing. I just- I want-
[a sigh ; she feels as pathetic as she sounds ]
I donāt have a lot, but I have you and I donāt wanna lose that. I know Iām not perfect and... and youāre sure as Hell not much more perfect than me, but... but we donāt have to be perfect, do we?
Call me back, or you might actually drive me crazy. Like, actually crazy. Doctors keep saying thereās nothing wrong with me but a couple of screws loose, but... Iāunno. Just call me. I miss you. Stop making me worry, damn you.
