Gillian Louise Banks

"It's Gillian. You know what to do."
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Can anyone give me directions on how to get to Hollow Creek, ND from Fargo, ND? Google failed, and no one at the motel seems to have heard of it.

I'm pretty sure that everyone who needs to know knows this already, but just to be on the safe side: I'm going out of town on Thursday, and won't be back for about two weeks. Feel free to contact me via e-mail/phone if you need me.

( At least I have my vacation time saved up. )

It’s been four days since Mom Hattie my mother disappeared. Three days according to the police report, but let’s face it it’s four.

I don’t know why I’m so—I don’t know how to explain it. Mom and I We were never close. The last time I really talked to her, had heart to heart, mother-daughter conversation with her, I was nine. Which probably explains why I’m so upset. We never reconnected, if we ever connected at all, and I guess I have regrets about that.

It isn’t just that, though. I’m angry at her. She left behind Dad and Rosalie without so much as an attempt to contact either of them. I don’t buy the police theory that she was kidnapped by a hitchhiker. They live in the suburbs, not the countryside, and although Mom was a flower child, she was never that crazy. And since they haven't found any leads and it's been more than three days, they'll close the case. Dad will be wreck, I don't even want to think about Rosalie, and I'll have to make sure that the two of them don't walk into on going traffic over it. Are you fucking happy now, you attention-seeking



No. I can’t do this right now. I can’t wallow in self-pity like this, or rage at someone who doesn't deserve it, at least not for this. That would make me like Ha I'm going to stop writing and call up Rosie and Dad, and see if they need anything.

I swear to God, if those kids say "that's what she said" to me one more time after I finish a sentence, I will drop kick them into the parking lot, Dr. Basil's rules be damned.

( things need not have happened to be true. tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten. )