She has posted a poem every day for five or six days, many of them sad, or perhaps sad is the wrong word, despondent may fit better, as if she has been left in limbo after a huge emotional sky rocket and crash, dealing with her attraction to, and then later her disappointment someone she had high hopes for.
She posted the image of a fortune cookie on her Facebook page, which was extremely apt, caught up as she is in potential for love that appears not to materialize – at least, not in the way she anticipates.
The series of poems over the last few days also shows her vulnerabilities, and perhaps confirms the suspicion of her being a closet romantic.
This is not the first time she’s posted a picture of a fortune cookie. Over the summer, she appeared to post such an image in response to my posting of fortunes I had gotten out of my own fortune cookies. But this most recently posting is more about her and her new lover than any reaction to me – we are well beyond that post and response stuff, and I can’t find any reference to me at all in any thing she has posted since the beginning of the year, much to my relief.
I’m almost positive the poems she’s posted are not about RR, although she still appears to be connected to him, and I have to wonder what her reaction is to my praising him in one of my columns.
Joe – one of the Neighboring Mayor’s men – doesn’t trust RR, particularly because RR kept trying to get the Neighboring Mayor to back him to become sheriff.
“Nobody trusts that son of a bitch,” Joe told me, urging me to be careful, apparently also aware of the positive press I gave RR, when perhaps I might make more enemies – especially among cops—for doing so.
I suspect someone in the paper altered her to the reference in my column. The reference came out of an email exchange I had with RR, who seems to be on good terms with me, despite our differences over her.
I have no information about who her latest lover is, except for what she posts in poetry. But she seems to have reached a critical point where the relationship is in tatters again and may well explain the apparently innocent poem she posted most recently, which underneath is hardly innocent at all. As with most of her poems, it is a metaphor for something not so obvious, which when I have time, I’ll analysis it.
For now, her life is a complete mystery to me – which is just as well because there is so much drama going on inside our office, none of which has anything to do with her – thank God.
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