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I was looking out from the express train’s window looking at everything and seeing nothing at the same time trying to focus my thoughts. I hadn’t noticed that a person had sat herself across from me in the empty seat. Was it the angle that her face was tilted that gave me a perfect view of her scar? Her fashion scarf had slipped below the collar of her shirt which had also been turned upward probably to disguise a reminder of something violent. My mind went through the possible scenarios. Was it inflicted by a human? An animal? Some kind of freak accident? Right about then her phone caught her off guard. I hadn’t moved since she had sat down and I firmly believe that to her I was little more than a statue. This has always worked in my favor. She spoke for just over twenty minutes; within that specific conversation that she was having, I’m almost certain about how she acquired this particular skin imprintation. Which reminds me of another scar but on a man’s hand. His fingers were long, not overly thin, dexterous I would say, unmanacured thank god. Just, well…I really can’t abide that. Gross. Right I mean yuck….Now if Santa appeared without a pedicure, that in itself could distract me for hours-ultimately pissing me off. I don’t have time to be distracted right now. I also know that all is as it should be in our small nucleus of women if Santa’s pedicure is perfect. This means that there is not another crisis going on so pressing that she can’t manage to present a perfect pedicure. There has been one time when Santa did not have a perfect pedicure and there had just been a global tragedy. There is a convenience to having Santa as a walking crisis barometer. Connor didn’t talk about the scar on his hand, I didn’t ask. I happened to be standing with Santa at a bar in London the evening he approached us. It was some private party being thrown to launch the tour at some swanky ass club with relatively decent drinks. The Brits can drink that is not a negative comment that is not a positive comment. (Connor’s dialogue notated in blue)

He began with “Excuse me, but are you Pip so and so,”

I looked at him, not shocked but thrown off and suspicious because I have intentionally not exposed my last name, for my own reasons.

I answered him ‘Who wants to know and why?'.

“I'm sorry, I'm Connor and I believe I knew your father.”

‘You do, do you?  Well, Connor, do you believe you knew my father or do you believe you know him?'

“Well, I’m quite certain that he was or is - your call Pip -a colleague of a gentleman with whom I have worked for a few years now.”

‘Worked where?’

In a split second he turned to Santa whose eyes were glued on the scene and said, “May I have the pleasure of meeting this lovely lady.”

Without waiting for an introduction she rose, extended her hand leaving us with a beaming smile and an, “I’m Santa and I’m off to mingle. J’adore.”

Alone, he took a drink of his lager and began with “Your father would come over to our offices when he would be visiting the U.K.”

‘Scotland Yard, MI 5 or GCHQ?’

“Me? Try door number two.”

‘Ah, so that’s how you tracked me down so easily.’

“Your father mentioned you on an occasion when he was dining with the gentleman with whom I work.”

‘Mentioned?’

He laughed, “He actually told us an engaging story about you and him and the kinds of things you two would get up to just to baffle Kelly.”

‘Kelly?’

“Your mother, Kelly, Pip.”

‘Yes I understand the relationship.’

“I don’t expect you to trust me. Not this early.”

‘Then I won’t have disappointed your expectations. Contrary to popular opinion, trust doesn't come from time.  It comes from demonstrated mutual actions. So why have you tracked me down then Connor?’

“Nothing formal really, I thought I would give you my 24/7 private numbers in case you wanted to contact me.”

‘That’s a bit forward for a Brit isn’t it?’

“I’m not proposing that you run away with me and have a mad affair. Not yet.”

‘Cheeky bastard.’

“In all seriousness Pip, store this in your classified section under Cheeky Bastard preferably.”

‘I have my own coding system Connor, but thank you for the coaching.’

“Expect to hear from me once you’re in Deutschland.”

‘Is that all you’re going to say?’

“Um, I hope to catch a show… And you will hear from me in a few days. Oh, one last thing- if there’s anything that your father may have left with you verbal or otherwise, anything, anything at all that you think would be important, or that you might be curious about, contact me will you.”

Clyde walked up, smiled shyly and politely asked, “Are you a friend of Pip’s?”

“Indirectly, yes, I'm her 'Secret Pal'” he said, as he introduced himself to Clyde and quickly finished his lager.

We didn’t say goodbye, he gave me a final stare and left with a final, “See you soon, Luv.”

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"Contrary to popular opinion, trust doesn't come from time. It comes from demonstrated mutual actions"

beatrice_doll

Fascinating. Sometimes sitting still enough will give privilege to interesting information.

Trusting as a euphemism

Pip, Oh my dear Pip!!!! Who the heck IS this guy? Connor sounds like he has alterior motives for your relationship. I want you to be extremely careful, Pip. I know the other Dolls have your back, but I also know how electrified you get when discussing your father. Just make sure these demonstrated mutual actions have a positive outcome in your favor. I do not want to see you hurt. As tough as you are in spirit, you can still be scarred by this relationship. I would be remiss to say that I am not intriqued to hear more........ write again soon!!!

LOVE ELLEN

sisternaamah

Do not understand the point of this entry...

toritattoo

she's a bit of a novelist, no? ;-)

sisternaamah

no.
Hmmm...the plot thickens. You'll tell us when this mysterious figure contacts you again, won't you? You and the girls only have a couple more days in Deutschland.

I think a couple of lines in black text were meant to be in blue, but I'm sure everyone was nonetheless able to follow the conversation, ;).
I don't think I'd trust this guy, myself. Especially if he says he worked with Dad, but Dad never spoke of him. But, hey. Maybe Connor will surprise me?
Intriguing.

And ditto the above poster; this needs to be a novel at some point, if possible.

(Anonymous)

HEY SUP????

hey pip love the entry!!!!! love that u called conner "checky bastard" i think that he might have crush on u but i don't know!!!! u should find if he's worth nething!!! and u should found out how ur dad waz like when he waz over there in the u.k. it might make u feel better!!!! hope 2 c u on the tour!!!!!
mkgtweety
It's hard to know, these days, who a person can trust. Therefore, be careful...I'm unsure of Connor. Seems like a hard one to read...there's obviously more than meets the eye.
When I read the start of your post, I started thinking about a horrible train crash that just happened yesterday here in Melbourne.

You can trust that things are going to happen the way you planned, And stay on track, but you never know where some guy is gonna drive his truck right infront of your train and derail you.

Stay safe.

(Anonymous)

I really love the writing style in the beginning of the story...how a scar from someone on a train reminds you of a scar on a man's hand that brings us to the party scene. I love being able to follow along with you on your journey's in this way...it's awesome!

p.s. you rock for singing Smokey Joe live!!! Please do it in Chicago!!!

Val
well, have you heard anything from connor yet?

i love reading your entries and i really hope to get the chance to see you in stuttgart on sunday, pip! say hi to tori and the other girls!

take care

(Anonymous)

impatient? maybe.....

I am really into Pip. I love her. I am very intersted in what she is seems she's going to find out about her father or whatever is happening there. But Im so intrigued by her I would LOVE to see other 'parts' of her as well. What music does she like? What is she like with a man (or woman?) What does she believe in (as in god, religion, etc)But Im also happy with whatever I get. ;) http://www.myspace.com/wherearethevelvets

(Anonymous)

Hmm...

" if there’s anything that your father may have left with you verbal or otherwise, anything, anything at all that you think would be important, or that you might be curious about, contact me will you"...

I wouldn't trust that man as far as I could throw him ;) Seems he's only interested in some information your father might or might not have left you...

(Anonymous)

And the plot thickens

Very interesting entry. I'm wondering who this mysterious man is but in any case I wouldn't trust me if he comes at all when you're in Germany. Could have happened already. I sure hope you'll be alright but why would I doubt it? You can take care of yourself and Smokey Joe him if necessary. But do keep us posted
Who was on the train? Oh and to have the accolade of being a human crisis barometer.
Although I'll just settle for a pedicure..

(Anonymous)

Hi guys!

I’d prefer reading in my native language, because my knowledge of your languange is no so well. But it was interesting!