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Mary Lou dug out the notebook she had begun to journal in, for lack of anything else to do. She wrote in her best penmanship, I feel so trapped. I am trapped. I hate this place! It is so dark and cold all the time and everywhere.

I hate Walt. He is such a jerk. Seriously, Mr. Feldman offered to fax the contract to Denver. Instead I had to fly here, and I faxed in the contract. Really, if I didn’t have so many bills, I would look for another job. A different job. I have no idea where I could work that would pay me as well or give me the sense of accomplishment I get when I close a multimillion-dollar deal. If only Walt would retire. Some people retire early. Right?

I do like Joe, and I think he really does try his best. I’m glad I could come here instead of him. He’s a good guy. There’s not many like him around. His family would have missed him terribly if he had been trapped here for as long as I have. Nobody misses me like that. Sure, Eileen misses me, but she’s got her own life, and I’m just her sister.

Larry’s busy all the time with Sharon and the kids. They say they miss me, but I probably wouldn’t even have seen them after Christmas for a month or more. Mom and Dad know that I’m fine and that I’ll be home someday. That’s just life.

Then there’s you, Bobby. I thought we were a couple. I guess I was wrong about that. I mean, Eileen says you’ve been very busy, but if you really cared for me, you’d have at least called me back. Your call record shows that I called. I should be mad. I AM mad. I am not calling you again. You’ve hurt me by ignoring me. One text on this whole trip. I think I may not see you again.

Sadness clutched her. Tears soaked her face. Bobby, you’re a jerk! You’re just as bad as Walt. You both treat me like dirt.