Crystal Trino's Journal Oct 3 2006 Entry
Sid tells Crystal bare-bones details on Casey's boyfriends.
October 3. Tuesday Night.
Hi Journey.
You know what I like Journey? I really like to get a phone call from my lawyer-pal Sid at Midnight. I just like that so much I could scream.
"Crystal, it’s Sid." He sounded way too chipper.
"Yeah, and it’s like one AM in New York. You’ve either been dumped or got lucky; and you’re calling way too early for it to be a lucky night."
"Neither. It’s been two whole weeks since I’ve been dumped. I’m taking myself off the market for a couple of months. Or at least until I meet some cute guy. No, I thought I’d catch you when those delightful defenses of yours were down."
"Never," I said smartly.
He just laughed rudely in my ear. "I well know that after eleven at night you’re a marshmallow. Now, I just want you to listen, OK? It’s been a long week already, and it’s only Tuesday. You OK with that?"
"I’m all ears. But if any of this involves numbers, I’d better brew a cup of coffee. I think if I’m pressed I could scrape up a cup of Haitian around here."
"The number three should interest you. That’s the number of pro-bono defendants I handled this week. I think I mentioned them before; one was a New Jersey boy on a minor dope offense, the other was up for a case of identity theft. Well, they seem to be doing well on probation. Turns out I had a case today that tied in with the other two. Graffiti artist, from Queens. At least his address has him living in Queens, right now. I believe he’s from Iowa, originally. I got to chatting with him; he saw on my notepad the names of the other two from last month. Guess what--he knew them. Interesting coincidence; three boys with nothing in common. Nothing, that is except they were all in the same place at the same time. Any idea what place that was?"
"I give up. Sleeping on top of a grate for warmth on the corner of 45th and Lex on a cold January night last winter."
"Close; they were all in New York, but you’ve got the wrong part of Manhattan. All three of my young defendants met in lower Manhattan on a certain day early in the fall five years ago. It was theday, plus one."
Suddenly I was wide awake. "Volunteers."
I could almost hear Sid’s head nod up and down. "Very good. See, you aren’t as asleep as you thought. My three defendants were all drawn to Manhattan on that certain day by some inner need to help; Patriotism, possibly--or maybe a restless sense of adventure. Or could be they needed to break out of their own ordinary lives.
Sid was right--I was very interested in the number three. "What else do you know about your defendants and what they have in common?" I asked. Suddenly I was wide awake, and felt a desperate burning need inside to know all about Sid’s "defendants".
"Well, I really need to prepare a brief on them. But I thought you might appreciate my sticky-note update. Rather validates the fact that you aren’t crazy, eh Crystal?"
"Right on," I responded. And somewhere deep down I was just so grateful to have a friend like this.
"Enough about work…how about some gossip?"
"Of course. Who do you have the dirt on?"
"Well, Dakota tells me Percy and your big sister are heading back my way in a few weeks."
Damn! I thought. I knew I should have emailed Sid the minute I found out. That’s what I get for texting Dakota.
"I’m an idiot," I blurted. "Oh Sid, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I know how fond you were of Percy."
His next laugh had a minute tincture of cruelty in it. He may be one of my best friends, but he is a lawyer, after all. "Actually, he emailed a week ago. Dakota only happened to mention it last night in the course of a conversation about pre-nuptial agreements."
Two thoughts piggybacked into my mind: Sid you are a jerk and who’s the pre-nup for?. But what I said was: "Wretch."
"How sweet the sound, coming from your lips. Goodnight, my dear Crystal. I’ll call again at a more civilized hour."
"Night, Sid. Thanks a million."
Thank the Lord for good friends. J, remind me to ring up Dakota and ask her about this pre-nup business.
Goodnight, Journey.
Journey Today
Crystals' Journey
Alex 2101 project
Casey Trino writes to her granddaughter in C22
Hi Journey.
You know what I like Journey? I really like to get a phone call from my lawyer-pal Sid at Midnight. I just like that so much I could scream.
"Crystal, it’s Sid." He sounded way too chipper.
"Yeah, and it’s like one AM in New York. You’ve either been dumped or got lucky; and you’re calling way too early for it to be a lucky night."
"Neither. It’s been two whole weeks since I’ve been dumped. I’m taking myself off the market for a couple of months. Or at least until I meet some cute guy. No, I thought I’d catch you when those delightful defenses of yours were down."
"Never," I said smartly.
He just laughed rudely in my ear. "I well know that after eleven at night you’re a marshmallow. Now, I just want you to listen, OK? It’s been a long week already, and it’s only Tuesday. You OK with that?"
"I’m all ears. But if any of this involves numbers, I’d better brew a cup of coffee. I think if I’m pressed I could scrape up a cup of Haitian around here."
"The number three should interest you. That’s the number of pro-bono defendants I handled this week. I think I mentioned them before; one was a New Jersey boy on a minor dope offense, the other was up for a case of identity theft. Well, they seem to be doing well on probation. Turns out I had a case today that tied in with the other two. Graffiti artist, from Queens. At least his address has him living in Queens, right now. I believe he’s from Iowa, originally. I got to chatting with him; he saw on my notepad the names of the other two from last month. Guess what--he knew them. Interesting coincidence; three boys with nothing in common. Nothing, that is except they were all in the same place at the same time. Any idea what place that was?"
"I give up. Sleeping on top of a grate for warmth on the corner of 45th and Lex on a cold January night last winter."
"Close; they were all in New York, but you’ve got the wrong part of Manhattan. All three of my young defendants met in lower Manhattan on a certain day early in the fall five years ago. It was theday, plus one."
Suddenly I was wide awake. "Volunteers."
I could almost hear Sid’s head nod up and down. "Very good. See, you aren’t as asleep as you thought. My three defendants were all drawn to Manhattan on that certain day by some inner need to help; Patriotism, possibly--or maybe a restless sense of adventure. Or could be they needed to break out of their own ordinary lives.
Sid was right--I was very interested in the number three. "What else do you know about your defendants and what they have in common?" I asked. Suddenly I was wide awake, and felt a desperate burning need inside to know all about Sid’s "defendants".
"Well, I really need to prepare a brief on them. But I thought you might appreciate my sticky-note update. Rather validates the fact that you aren’t crazy, eh Crystal?"
"Right on," I responded. And somewhere deep down I was just so grateful to have a friend like this.
"Enough about work…how about some gossip?"
"Of course. Who do you have the dirt on?"
"Well, Dakota tells me Percy and your big sister are heading back my way in a few weeks."
Damn! I thought. I knew I should have emailed Sid the minute I found out. That’s what I get for texting Dakota.
"I’m an idiot," I blurted. "Oh Sid, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I know how fond you were of Percy."
His next laugh had a minute tincture of cruelty in it. He may be one of my best friends, but he is a lawyer, after all. "Actually, he emailed a week ago. Dakota only happened to mention it last night in the course of a conversation about pre-nuptial agreements."
Two thoughts piggybacked into my mind: Sid you are a jerk and who’s the pre-nup for?. But what I said was: "Wretch."
"How sweet the sound, coming from your lips. Goodnight, my dear Crystal. I’ll call again at a more civilized hour."
"Night, Sid. Thanks a million."
Thank the Lord for good friends. J, remind me to ring up Dakota and ask her about this pre-nup business.
Goodnight, Journey.
Journey Today
Crystals' Journey
Alex 2101 project
Casey Trino writes to her granddaughter in C22
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