Fifty One

Bummed doesn't really cover it. I was thinking of a rain metaphor, or maybe using that phenomenon in Sweden where half the population gets depressed by the perpetual dark in winter. What I'm trying to say is, I was feeling like it was 3am on a sleepless night and it didn't seem dawn would ever break again.

Nina supported the uneaten half of Mum's apple pie on her lap as I drove her home. I was contemplating Mum's words along with all the other random shyte that was spinning out of control in my life. I guess Mum's sharpness woke me to the bizarre and unplanned state of my relationship with Nina. She was my girlfriend. I was her boyfriend. We had a relationship. Five hours and growing. I wound the window down for some air.

Besides me, Nina and the bag-dress mystery, there was the slight matter of weird pig person and the trotter delivery. How did WPP know where I lived? How did they know me at all? Why were they so concerned about Nina? I tried to think of who knew Nina and me. The list was short - Lisa, Mike, sort of Gary... that was it. Mike and Gary had no reason to be overly concerned about Nina, and Lisa hadn't shown any compunction about sliding her hot ass in between us. I shook my head. It didn't make sense.

'You've been quiet,' said Nina.

'Yeah.' I turned into Nina's tree-lined street.

'Do you want out?' she asked.

I stared across at her but couldn't see much of her face in the shadows.

'I mean... it was pretty quick,' she added.

I pulled up outside her house. 'Um, no.'

'I'd understand.'

'No, I just have a lot going on... in my head.'

'Ok then. See you tomorrow?' She unbuckled her seatbelt.

'Um, I'm working in the morning.' Paula and her flatmate - my second last clients.

'Ok. Well, call me.' Her hand hesitated on the door handle.

I was suddenly overcome with indecision. She was my girlfriend, should I do something? Kiss her good night? I mean, we'd never even held hands. I wondered again about the contents of the bag-dress. I leaned over uncertainly, thinking I might kiss her cheek, but I'd delayed too long and the interior light flashed on as she opened the door.

'Um, see you later then,' I said feeling lame.

'Bye.'

I hurried home. I figured Weird Pig Person would be crowing about their delivery on my blog. Maybe they'd left a clue about who they were.

Fifty Two