Crystal Trino's Journal Nov 7 2006 Entry

November 7. Tuesday Night.

Hi Journey.

Elections! I am glad that’s over. I was going to puke if I saw any more mud oozing out from the TV. Of course, the morning show kids at KAAZ have invited every candidate from Auditor to Weed Control Authority on their show to air their views.

I listened a few mornings last week, but only when I was really sick of top-pop on the FM.

WriteBack is two weeks behind. Joni being pregnant doesn’t help. We just finally sent out all the cards last week. Answers already starting to trickle in. Probably need to sit down that weekend before Thanksgiving and go through them all. Journey, I feel way over-busy just now; I can almost taste that turkey and the long weekend already.

Phoned Carmen a few minutes ago; a real phone, not a computer. Skype is great--hard to beat anything free--but it’s much more enjoyable to talk to her on my cell while standing out on my matchbook-sized balcony, watching the cold November stars come alive.

"Crystal, it’s no surprise he’s not calling you," Sisi said. "He’s probably scared to death you’ll botch the makeover on one of the branches and that he’ll get blackballed if he’s seen getting too frisky with some demonic designer."

I felt like slapping her. Instead I said: "I can be discrete."

Sisi just laughed. "Here in New York you can be discrete. But in that hometown of ours? You’ll be about as discrete as I was schlepping my three kiddos about on Hanzomon subway line in Tokyo. Somebody will spy the two of you together before the end of your second date. And besides…." Her voice faded.

After 28 years, I know when my sister’s hiding something.

"Give."

"Nothing, really."

"C’mon, Sisi. Give. Either you give now, or the truth will ouch when I get to Manhattan and twist up your arm."

She laughed. "Maybe I studied some judo in Japan--better watch out what you wish for. But OK, here’s what I started to blurt out before my common sense barometer kicked in--and remember, you asked for it. There’ll be a direct link between his bank co-workers and your staff."

"Shelly?"

"You can’t help but tell her."

I felt the hair on the back of my neck perk up. "I certainly can…not," I finished sheepishly.

"Of course not. Neither can Mom or me. Casey’s the only one of us four that can keep a secret."

"Speaking of, when she was helping you pack a couple weeks ago did you have a chance to snoop out the real reason behind the exodus to Egypt?"

"Mum’s the word. Translate, study modern and ancient Egyptian, traipse through the pyramids, see the sights. Maybe that’s what really is behind her trip."

I shook my head. "Nope. Something else is going on. Something we can’t see."

"Crystal, I need to go tuck in Cora and the boys. Make sure you invite Dakota and Sid over when you talk to them, OK?"

"Thanks, Carmen. I know they’ll appreciate that."

"Hey, what’s Thanskgiving, without family?" she said.

Indeed.

Goodnight, Journey.

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