...see?

Dear Maggie,

Since you left for your field trip:

I was downtown paying bills, sending off job apps, etc. I pass mission plaza. Who do I see? Stacy! I would have stopped to say hi, but I am convinced she had just finished a deal with one of her tweeker pals.

Upon returning home, I realize that she (again) has left her stereo on a wall vibrating volume, playing to an empty apartment.

Stacey runs everywhere. And not your typical "I'm in a hurry" running. It is more of the "I'm crazy and freaking out" running. She runs like this down her stairs, out her door, and to her car, before pulling one of her no-look u-turns across four lanes of traffic. Then she comes back and runs up to her door.

Less than an hour later, Stacey takes off for another run--final destination: her car. But this is where it gets good. Rather than taking off, gas pedal to the floor, across all lanes of traffic, she instead opts to maintain her current path. In the parking lane. To the right of the bikers in the bike lane.

As I type this, I am scared. There are strange noises, stomping, voices, hammering--but no Stacy.

Come home soon. Please.

Philip