Television volume set to about 50. The scene displayed is one of ‘making a point about society and its common parallel to something mundane or important that the greater public typically disinterested will not care for to understand exactly’. As this all makes for good writing and television, Twin is lost in a day dream. Where her mind goes is echoed through the voices and exclamations heard. She appears to watch, but her vision crossed as she drifts into a trance-like state. In her own mind she goes where enemies are marked with a clear distinction of ‘difference’. They are targets of the code enforcers. Where she places herself as the anonymous to take matters of societal devastation into her own hands.
Walking away from building B12 with hands in pocket. A step onto the sidewalk, musing about past conversations and the next eat. There’s a good cheap deli place down the street, around the corner somewhere, or is it across the crosswalk and four doors down? Lisa stops mid-walk to ask for directions. Two pointing up and away, exclaiming ‘yea’ yea and thanks to hurry up and away again. On her away with a step.
A phone call, it’s mom. Hello.
“I’m calling to ask if you could pick up my prescription before you head back home.”
“Are you doing okay, do you need anything?”
Uh no I’m good, just our for some food, out walking around before I head home.
“Oh honey I made something…If you want some I’ll leave a plate in the fridge for you.” The walk sign indicates ‘go’. Lisa scuttles across the crosswalk-attempting to end this conversation short. Okay bye, love you. Shoving the phone into her pocket again-she makes her way for some gyros and seasoned fries with water. She’s on a new cut diet now to help with her…a bad habit. The group say to have a possession of an addiction will likely cause one to revert back whenever there is a wanted ‘need’. Still she’s less inclined to drink water with so much as a hint of flavor. Inside now, orders what she had in mind- sits and waits.
A phone call. Hello, oh hey, how are you? I’m going to eat real quick then I’ll call you back, alright? Alright, k bye. Order 67 is ready for Lisa. Grabs her order, takes a slight step back for a stack of napkins, sit down for a quiet chew. On her mind are the pages written on the dinning table. No time to think of something sad, she shakes her head then-continues to eat. Yazir was on the phone earlier asking for a replacement for the night. Not tonight, she needs time alone with ‘twin’ to work. Little girl so lost. A wonder of what all runs through her mind throughout the day. Lisa has not been able to establish a form of thought, an expression of love to and from her at all. Little girl mute and reserved. The effects of neglect and abuse so strong. She understands as she remembers Ramon and what he had done. Memories repressed, still, and sickening. She shakes her head one last time to negate the thoughts heavy on her mind. There’s a hair in my sandwich.
Not worth the trouble to raise the issue. Standing up from the booth to trash the rest, she walks out onto the streets again. Oh yea, mom’s prescription. Lisa makes her way to Ripe Prescription further down. Another location seeming to close permanently by tomorrow.
A quick call back to Yazir to give a summary of an excuse thought up before. She’ll honor a change later in the week. A slow walk to the bus stop, destination to her next stop to walk home.