The New Sense

Wednesday, June 26, 2002

B— is totally freaked out again. He's sure he saw Sean at Five Brothers. He said it was really weird, because he would have walked straight into him if there hadn't been a huge thunder crack as he turned to walk down the dairy aisle. The guy he thought was Sean turned the other way just in time. B— then followed him around the store at a distance to get a better look at him.
He phoned me at the bar and it was just like when the lab got broken into. Now I'm really worried he's going to leave town. I have to tell him about the baby soon. I just don't know how.
We talked about the Sean thing this evening. I tried to suggest that maybe B— was mistaken — that it wasn't Sean.
"How long is it since you last saw him, back in BC?"
"Almost two years."
"Well, he could have changed a lot since then."
"It was him."
"Did he look the same?"
"Yes."
"Well, there you go — it's probably not him if he looked the same. Wouldn't he look different by now?" I knew this argument was pretty weak, but, what the hell. Suddenly B— found a new level of seriousness.
"Listen, Sara, it was him. It didn't just look like him, he moved like him, he… it was him."
I was out of suggestions. Good thing I'm not a lawyer. This is how it would go:
Me: "Did you see the accused at the scene of the crime?"
Witness: "Yes."
Me: "And are you one hundred percent sure that the man you saw is the man sitting next to me?"
Witness: "Yes."
Me: "Oh, okay. The defence rests." (To defendant) "Sorry. You're screwed, buddy."
I was on the verge of telling him about the baby, but just couldn't for some reason. He was so worried that it didn't feel right to fan the flames. Sorry, forget the fan, to pour gasoline on them from a helicopter.

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