Last Chapter:
DD and Emily questioned some people. DD delivered a long gag-worthy speech about how Emily is a college woman and far smarter than she is. Also, Emily found a call on her answering machine from her ex-husband.
Chapter 9 Recap:
Emily's all depressed and can't write so she jumps at the chance to answer the answer the phone. Unfortunately it's her ex, Jackson. She tags on a lot of snark toward him in her head but is polite to him on the phone. Jackson blathers on bout his recent trip to England while Emily zones out and plays some Nina Simone in her head.
Jackson talks about being in Keats country and launches into a quote. Presumably from Keats but I'm too lazy to look it up and too redneck to know it off the top of my head. Emily gets drawn into the conversation because Jackson, pretentious bastard that he is, mis-quotes a line and says "garters" instead of "garners" (the horror!) and she corrects him.
For some reason he sounds "strained" about it when he laughs (constipated maybe?) and asks how her little mysteries are coming along. She doesn't respond to him but gives a painful metaphor about Jackson's condescension, needles in the gums, circles and bedrock. Whatever.
Anywho, Jackson invites himself up for the weekend so he can look for a place in the area. She freaks out and hopes it's not close to her. He gets offended and her "female guilt" stirs so she says ok to the visit.
Hi, Jackson.
They hang up and she gets down to writing but realizes that she's doing horrible things to her fictional detective because she can't do them to her ex.
She realizes it's getting cold and gets depressed thinking about the approaching winter. I can sympathize. She worries about the power going out and freezing to death. Here's a couple tips, Emily. A small Mr. Buddy heater will heat a small room quite nicely on just a few small cans of propane. Also, two words: wood stove. Or generator if a wood stove is too much work.
She also worries about ice on the driveway and not being able to get out to buy food and starving to death. Um, Ok? Buy a four wheel drive if it worries you so much. Or, here's an idea. Salt. And a bit of ice on a driveway shouldn't keep you so housebound that you starve.
She indulges in a bit of poor-me-ing. Thinking about how horrible her life is. An ex-husband and dead heads in her garbage can. You know what, Emily? I think it's time to put on your big girl panties and grow the fuck up. There are worse things in life. Just so we know, yet again, that she's literate we get a partial quote from Emily Dickinson.
And then she gets all depressed about what DD had said in the previous chapter about growing old alone but then (just in time!) she remembers her Brazilian poet friend: Erica Weick. And this time we get the whole poem.
The poem inspires her and she thinks that "sometimes living like a rock isn't a bad thing." I'd have to agree with her. It's something I try to accomplish on a daily basis.
Emily thinks to herself that she's still enjoying it after three years to which I call bullshit because all she does is complain about it. She thinks to herself how she misses her friend but how much she would miss this place as well. Because who would she feel superior to then? I may be adding a bit but given her private reflections on her neighbors and fellow townspeople I don't think it's that far off.
Anywhat, she decides to make dinner: an omelet, some bread and wine. She also puts on some Mozart and proceeds to list each song that plays with each glass of wine.
After dozing off on the couch, she wakes up around 3-ish to the sound of something thumping off her door. She's hoping it's animals but Nope! It's an arm.
End of Chapter
Well, more body parts have turned up. That should be promising. This one is a little out of order but tomorrow I should be on my regular schedule of Dead Dancing Women Tuesdays and Thursdays, X-Files on Saturday and The Locker on !Flashback Sunday!
So, come back tomorrow for the second episode of X-Files: Deep Throat. I may have to speed up the episodes or there's no way that it's going to be done before the new (squee!) episodes come out. So, I'll shoot for Mondays and Fridays as well.
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