”She says nothing. I don’t even know if she heard me. Slipping backward in time again, I wander back into the scene at the moment he and I stumb...ed into the hotel room itself, having comically and impossibly attempted to get through the door at the same time. We were latched together instantly – even before the door had latched behind us. What I felt in that moment was theoretically bizarre, but functionally impossible to ignore. He – check the pronoun – he was fucking irresistible. Not. By 12:30pm, I was pulling into the mall parking lot, which wasn't crowded yet, and singing along to a random CD with the windows down, my long, black hair hanging loose and damp; it took forever to dry.The cool air hit me as I passed through the first set of doors, raising little goose bumps where my hair had left damp places on my sleeveless shirt.The mall wasn't very big, boasting only one floor and three wings aside from the central food court, which itself only had five food places. The. “What do you think he meant?”“Well,” I started. “There are the similarities to you with my wife. Then there’s the ability of you picking up my thoughts. This could be because you’re an anomaly, or it could be because...” I added.“You think I’m an echo of your wife?” Danielle asked.“It’s just a theory at this point. Let me ask you some questions.” I said as we pulled into her driveway. “And try to just answer with the first thing that comes to mind.”“Okay.” She said.“Favorite actor?” I. If this has all been a power scheme for her, it was an elaborate and far-reaching one. I honestly think that she is exactly what she seems to be." That's a relief to hear you say that," Belinda said."Well, don't be too relieved," Marjorie said. "Even if Whiting is exactly what she purports to be, we're still in for some rankin times in the next few years." What do you mean?" Jeff asked."The quest for power and for rule is a very powerful narcotic," Marjorie said. "There is a power vacuum in.