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The scribbler tries to butt in

The appointment to take Abigail into C-Max is scheduled for tomorrow. Wessel phoned to ask if he could also come. I told him, NO. Just one word, and said in a really commanding fashion. “How did you find out?” I asked him.

“Abigail told me,” he said. “She’d like me to come.”

“Well, you can’t.”

As soon as we had hung up I called Abigail to ask her if she told him. “Well, yes,” she said.

“Why?” I said. “I don’t want that scribbler hanging around.”

“He seems like a nice enough person,” she said.

“Well, he’s not,” I said. “He tries to pry into all you innermost secrets, find any little eccentricity and blow it up into something enormous. Don’t trust him.”

 “Innermost secrets? What innermost secrets has he pried out of you, Yudel? Tell me one.”

She always does this to me, saying things I don’t know how to answer. “Be sure you’re on time tomorrow,” I snarled.

“Yes, sir,” she said. I could swear I heard her giggle as I hung up.

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