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Sorry about the absence. I hope to be back by September 15 October 6, with a full explanation. Or, at least, a decent excuse.
Banny and Lissa had spent most of the day in bed.
Which normally would have been a good thing, but the reason they had spent the day in bed was the various aches and pains they'd gotten from actual physical labor.
"Actual", "physical", and "labor" are the three worst words in the English language.
Except for a few slices of bread for lunch, and the occasional bathroom break, the Worthy Ones barely even moved. And it really sucked, being too tired to enjoy your laziness!
It wasn't until night that Lissa had managed to dragged herself out of bed. After she finished a shower and dressed she said, "Banny, did you get any info last night?" They each had been too tired to talk on the way home.
From beneath the sheets Banny muttered, "Can't think... right now... Liss, you know I'm not a morning person."
"It's 10 pm. At night. It's dark out."
"I've redefined mornings."
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"Any idea who the bad guy is, yet?" asked Banny. He was driving the eight-year-old white Ford Escort, eating a donut, and drinking coffee, all at the same time. He kept speeding up his personal time-rate, to deal with traffic.
"I've narrowed it down. Could be Meadowbrook. Could be Pam. Or one of the other ten girls. Maybe one of the boys in shipping. Or one of the two cleaners."
"So, basically, you narrowed it down to everybody."
"Oh, yeah? How did you do, big shot?"
Banny paused. "Sandra's a woman, and we just fought a woman gonner, so it can't be her. Robbie's black, and the black guy's never the villain, though they do get killed early. That leaves me and Chucky. And tonight I have a plan to determine whether or not it's me."
Lissa did not want to ask the next question, but no way could she resist. "What... what plan?"
"I'm not gonna tell you! You might let me know, and that'll spoil everything."
"Banner, when you speed up, does your entire body speed up at the same time, or is your head maybe going faster or slower and not getting the right amount of blood to your brain?"
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At first break, Lissa noticed that a handful of people were getting ready to go outside.
"What's this?" she asked Pam, who was convinced she was Lissa's new best friend, despite Lissa's every effort to prove otherwise.
"They're the smokers, remember?" Pam chirped. Lissa bet she was a natural blonde. "I told you about them yesterday, when I asked if you smoked and you said no. There's no smoking in the factory, so the smokers have to go outside. Don't you think it's wrong that only smokers are allowed to get fresh air?"
"The rest us us have to make do with what's in your head?"
Pam giggled. There was something wrong with giggled when you're insulted. You should get angry, thought Lissa. And possibly insanely violent. That's how a civilized person handles an insult. Lissa had to leave.
"Banny, I'm taking your jacket. I've always wanted to go back to smoking, or something." Lissa did not want to smoke again. She certainly didn't want to try to quit again. She still didn't know how she literally managed to avoid killing anybody the last time. Literally literally means literally. But she had to leave.
"Why my jacket?"
"It's cold out."
"No, I mean, Why my jacket? Why not yours?"
"You crazy? I'm not getting cigarette smoke all over my jacket! You know how tough it is to get rid of the smell?" Honestly! Banny was a great guy in a lot of ways, but he just didn't think things through.
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