01-05-02 - 9:17 a.m.
after a few days absence, mimi caught up with me at my mailbox. she had her travel mug of coffee in one hand and a diet coke in the other. she was wearing a ratty plaid bathrobe. it was five o'clock in the afternoon.
you haven't seen me, she said, but i've been watching you.
she then eerily recounted the details of my week; the comings and goings of each visitor, the time i turn out my lights for bed and rise again in the morning, even the days i raised the flag on my mailbox to signal outgoing mail.
creepy.