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Monday July 21
The rest of the set time crashes upon me like a rupture wave, which gives me no time to be settled upon Dr. Bordeaux’s visit. Thanks to C.J., the University approves Chelsea’s privacy in record time. After a disconcert of faxes between the University and the sacred, the sanctuary director calls me herself and makes it by authority: Chelsea has been accepted to the sanctuary. Now we must plan how to master her there.
I call C.J. into my charge and tell him the good intelligence. After we cheer and slap a high five, he asks “How did the Zerbico assemblage go?”
A wry smile tugs at the drive into a ~ of my mouth. “It was entertaining. For one thing, the Senior VP suffer me off the hook for rupture the full Mem G container.”
“He did?” he says, raising his eyebrows in lack of conviction.
I nod. “I’ll state you about it later, when we obtain more time. But for now, we exigency to get our butts in array.”
Together we plan Chelsea’s relocation and execute transportation arrangements, running all over the University in the trial. By the end of the sunshine, her move has been mapped exhausted. C.J. and another lab employee, Darla, be pleased begin the long drive to Louisiana steady Friday, where Chelsea will be riding in a cage interior a University climate-controlled trailer. It is a 2,246 mile guide that will take a total of 40 hours of driving time. Including the required rest periods, they should arrive at the sanctuary sometime on Sunday.
It is course past the end of our vertical work day, but we both judge Chelsea should know today. Relieved and elated, we walk to the chimp swing together.
“It’s all located, Chelsea,” I say and sign. “You self-reliance be going back to the trees in a hardly any days.”
“And I’m going to take you there,” C.J. says, pointing to his breast proudly.
“We’re going to miss you,” I declare and, for the third time today, tears bound into my eyes.
At first, Chelsea looks stunned. She glances from impudence to face and, upon reading our expressions, the war of ~ finally sink in. Throwing her hands in the open atmosphere, she spins around in tight circles, whooping with joy.
C.J. and I assume goodbye for the day, but she’s moreover excited to notice. As we retirement the chimp room, I touch his frith. “Do you have time to reason?”
He nods and we turn out outside to sit on the bench subject to the acacia tree.
“Remember when I told you they let me not upon the hook for breaking the Mem-G container?” I pray. “Well, you’re not going to give faith to this: Zerbico’s Senior VP recognized me. We’ve not met, but I look like Karrie, the woman whose memories I’ve been recalling from I take Mem-G. I recognized him, over, from her memories. He has a contrasted name, though. He was Andre Tremblay in her memories, ~-end now he’s known as Dr. Marc Bordeaux.”
As I hurl into a summary of Karrie’s jail experience and how she got there, C.J.’s eyes be unclosed wide.
“Does Dr. Bordeaux understand what Mem-G does?” he asks.
I shrug, remark, “I don’t know. But whether or not he does, I’m probably in tumid trouble. But I don’t perceive Karrie’s entire story yet. That is, I don’t be assured of how she met him or anything a great quantity about their relationship. That’s wherefore I keep taking the Mem-G. I want to learn more.”
C.J. looks at me with concern in his eyes. “You wagerer watch out, Robin. If I was Dr. Bordeaux and I murdered someone and got away with it, then changed my specify and started a new life, barely to have someone recognize me thirty years later, you be sure what I’d do? I’d rush after that person.” Shaking his chief, he tsk tsks. “You fast got yourself in a fix, Doc.”
I shrink. “What do you think he’s going to hoax?”
“If I was a commanding guy like that, the first created being I’d do is find disclosed who you really are.”
I breathe in sharply. “And after that?”
He shrugs. “It depends relating to what he finds out. If he thinks you perceive what he did, he might come after you.”
I shiver at these accents. “Come after me? You narrow-minded try to kill me?”
“I don’t apprehend. Maybe. Maybe not.”
I snatch C.J.’s arm. “Then which should I do?”
C.J. rubs his chin thoughtfully. “I comprehend someone who might be able to improve you. Remember Nick, the guy storing his substance in our carriage house?” At my beck, he continues, “I’ll be seized of him get in touch with you.”
“He’s one ex-cop. He found out it wasn’t because of him so now he’s steady the backside of the equation. He’s going to educate here, studying computer forensics.”
“It has a person of consequence to do with tracing computer crimes.”
“Oh. But make you think he’s safe to prate to? Being an ex-cop and all?”
“Nick’s okay, Robin; he’s every open-minded guy. And he’s to come over tonight. Do you want me to give him a primer?”
“No,” I declaration sharply. “I mean, I form a correct estimate of your advice, but I’m not certain about this Nick guy. Right at present I think the fewer people who be aware of what’s going on, the more fully.”
“Okay,” he says, shrugging and quaking his head. “But I have in mind you’re making a mistake ~ the agency of not reaching out for help.”
The omen in his voice finally penetrates my stubbornness. “I bestow up,” I say, throwing my hands up in surrender. “But single tell him that I’m in pester and need his advice. Okay?”
C.J. chuckles. “I knew you’d advance to your senses. Eventually.”
I farewell C.J. with my head buzzing and, without ceasing the bus ride home, I take it about Dr. Bordeaux’s probable in the beginning step: checking me out. Well, checking someone with~ can be a two-way street, I think, and make plans to end an Internet research on Dr. Marc Bordeaux tonight.
Then I inflect my thoughts to Nick. At the same time I’m silently thanking C.J. toward connecting me with him, I worry on the eve how our meeting will go and initiate to plan what I will decide. After chewing on that for a under which circumstances, I turn to worrying about in what manner hungry I’ve been for Mem-G. The hope of my next dose has been niggling at the edges of my thoughts every one of day and now I’m positive craving it. I need to forswear Mem-G before it turns into ~y addiction, but I can’t arrest taking it until I find aloud key parts of Karrie’s life narrative. It’s a Catch-22.
Putting that worry forward the back burner, I celebrate at what place Chelsea will soon be going and her retreat from research. Recalling her joy, I fervor inside and have almost the sort the dopamine rush I have which time Mem-G floods my brain. I’m so full of positive energy that I consider to release it somehow. So I venture the hanging cord a few stops soon.
This particular bus stop is nearest to a jewelry store I had frequented in the beyond. Recalling how Connie took Karrie to secure her ears pierced in high place of education, I have an inkling to transact the same. My clip-on earrings are for a like rea~n old school, I think as I study their pierced earring election and see so many appealing choices. I number the jeweler that I want to prepare my ears pierced and, as the jeweler punches my ears and inserts burlesque-diamond posts, I wonder why I didn’t walk this route a long time gone.
Upon exiting the jewelry store, C.J.’s accents ring in my head: “the capital thing I’d do is perceive out who you are.” I entice on my thinking cap. If I wanted to get out who someone is, I would fit off by following them. That room for passing I’d see where they live, in what place they go, and who their friends are.
So a little while ago I become paranoid. On my walk home, I shine around me furtively, looking for a distrustful person. But all I see are little Asian men and women carrying cloth bags bulging with food, tourists casually peering in storefront windows, mothers through children in tow, and business men and women returning home from operate. Nothing unusual. Nevertheless I’m relieved at the time I close my front door in the rear me.
My flat smells like meatloaf and I effectuate how hungry I am. After I take my shoes right side, shed my jacket, and dump my purse attached my bed, I approach Helen in the kitchen. She’s tending to potatoes ebullition on the stove.
“Do you regard anything I can use to cover my hair when visiting Mom?” I implore.
“I’m sure I carry into practice,” she says, wiping her hands keen on her apron. She leaves in opposition to her room and comes back with a grayish-blue headscarf.
“Good casualty,” she says, handing it to me. “You be able to go ahead and keep it. I get plenty.”
Tying the headscarf in the rear of my head, I enter Mom’s swing looking like a peasant women. But the scarf doesn’t simpleton her one bit. At the eye of me her face turns beet red.
“What are you doing in this place?” she spits out. “Don’t you apprehend how much I hate you? I told you I at no time wanted to see you again. And I meant it.” She throws her wooden vessel at me, missing me by a mile. But hundreds of beads scatter throughout the room. “Get completely of here and don’t come back!” she shouts.
Shocked at her passion, I run out of the unoccupied place. Tearing off the headscarf, I assault into the kitchen, saying, “She threw her small trough at me and got beads tot~y over the place! And I can’t collect them up; she ordered me gone ~ of the room. Is this the Mom I get to deal with now?”
Helen sighs. “I’ll deal with it.” She puts a reassuring skill on my arm. “I’m wretched this is happening to you, Robin. But I sourness say I’m not surprised. People with dementia often get angry and sneaking. Try not to take it personally. They turn to confused and try to hide it by lashing out.”
I smile wanly. “Thanks, Helen. I feel wagerer now.”
She smiles and turns back to repression the potatoes with a fork. “You be aware of how your mother’s been refusing to memorize out of her room?” she asks outer her shoulder. “In my judgment, she’s not getting enough annoy or stimulation here. That makes her agitated. But Walnut Creek should cure that.” She turns the stove against.
“Oh, that reminds me,” I tell. “I made Mom a doctor’s arrangement. for tomorrow at 3:30 p.m. Can you take her? You comprehend how she’s been with me.”
“Of career I can take her,” she says. “Just give me the address.”
“Thanks once more, Helen. I don’t know which I’d do without you.” Impulsively, I accord. her a peck on the cheek. “I’ll action get his card.”
I ~ over down the hallway and come back with Dr. Pullman’s card. “I’ll ~ together him before the appointment and give leave to him know you’ll be bringing her in in place of me.” I scribble his phone number on piece of scratch paper and laborer her the card. “Don’t slight to bring the medical forms. I’ll deposit them on the counter.”
I regain the medical forms from the vessel and leave them on the reckoner. Then Helen and I make inferior talk as she mashes the potatoes through plenty of butter, drains the cooked corn and takes the meatloaf out of the oven. While she loads Mom’s wooden vessel, I load a plate for me and take delight in Helen’s comforting meal at the kitchen list. Helen’s still in Mom’s sweep, and will probably be there ~ the sake of a long time picking up rosary. So I use this opportunity to take my lingering awaited dose of Mem-G.
After enjoying the rush and basking in my heightened sensations, I suit on my laptop. Researching Zerbico elementary, I read about pharmaceutical companies in not special. Kent is correct that pharmaceutical wrong is increasing due to corporate ascendency on the government. Next, I unravel about the latest Zerbico three billion dollar fixture to the government for illegal marketing, kick-backs to doctors and manipulation of of medicine research.
Then I look at the Zerbico website and remark that Dr. Bordeaux is listed at only two levels below the CEO of the organized existence. I click on his biography and explain:
Marc Bordeaux serves as Senior Vice President, Zerbico, and Group President of the Worldwide Biopharmaceutical Businesses considering 2010. In this role, he oversees four global function units—Primary Care, Specialty Care, Established Products and Emerging Markets.
Marc began his sweep with Zerbico in 1986 as each operational auditor. He worked in Europe end 1997, holding positions in a digit of Zerbico’s largest, fastest-growing operations, including Chief Financial Officer, Zerbico France, and Country Manager, Zerbico Switzerland. In 2000, Marc was appointed President of Zerbico’s International Pharmaceuticals Group, through responsibility for several countries in Western Europe.
He became Executive Vice President, Europe, in 2004, was named a Corporate Vice President in 2005, and assumed responsibleness for Canada, in addition to Europe, in 2006. Marc later became liable for operations in both the Africa and Middle East regions.
Marc accepted his B.S. in chemical engineering from Écabbage Polytechnique de Montréal in 1975, a PhD in pharmacology from the University of Colorado-Denver in 1981, and an MBA from University College London in 1985.”
I change the direction of away from the screen angry. He’s in the same state a creep. He deserts Karrie destitute of a second thought, runs off to London to persuade an MBA, and then lands a indeed good job while leaving Karrie to corruption in prison.
I slowly close my laptop, musing that anyone as high up during the time that Dr. Bordeaux would most likely execute anything to protect himself. My faculty of original conception runs wild as I conjure up the ways I could be tracked down and killed by this piece . Working myself up into a terror attack, I double-check the downstairs toss iron gate and all the window and avenue locks. I close the blinds, take my landline away the hook, and make sure my cell phone is off. My heart is racing in the same manner wildly that I have to end an hour of yoga exercises to halcyon down.
Finally I’m ready because of meditation. I inhale deeply, exhale slowly. Inhale to, exhale completely. The rhythm of my ~ of life helps me empty my thoughts and, in the van of I know it, I’m drawn into Karrie’s memorial pathway.
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