The New Sense

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

He is in there, the bastard. The plan worked like a dream, and, though B— passed Dan on his way out, probably leaving him wondering if he wasn't still drunk from last night, no-one was any the wiser.
B— phoned me immediately afterwards, pretending to be Freddie, as per the plan, to let me know the answer. I could hardly contain myself, and really had trouble not looking around the bar for the camera (if there is one). When I got home we discussed what we should do. At least we have the advantage of knowing who he is, without him realising it (though he must suspect, if he's playing this new 'gone away on business' game). What's especially important is that he doesn't know that we know he's still there.
So, what now? B— really wants to play Sean at his own game, and give him the runaround. Unfortunately to do that requires me to exercise my incredibly limited acting skills. I remember once telling mom that I was sleeping over at a girlfriend's, when I was actually going to 'sleep over' at Pierre Rajotte's. She told me later that my face had given it all away. I am the worst liar in the history of the world, apparently.
So we talked about what to do. The main thing, and I'm sure B— is right about this, is not to let Sean know that I'm pregnant. That would be a catastrophe. I would be as much a target as B— is now.

Next entry

posted by Sara