Tuesday, July 02, 2002
I'm so glad it was a slow day at work. It's really hot and I'm a space cadet. I kept going over and over all the things B— has ever done, ever said to me, trying to find a flaw, trying to catch him out. But I can't. I have to ask him some stuff, but it all makes so much…sense. He knew how many barrels had been delivered that morning, he knew that girl was being raped, he's so good at sports.
He stayed home today, probably because of Sean, though he still says he's working on his adoption research. That's another thing I have to ask him about, but I just don't have the energy today.
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