{"id":267,"date":"2015-07-23T22:29:51","date_gmt":"2015-07-24T02:29:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lemonade.chapus.net\/?p=267"},"modified":"2015-07-23T22:29:51","modified_gmt":"2015-07-24T02:29:51","slug":"briefcase-in-hand-chapter-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lemonade.chapus.net\/?p=267","title":{"rendered":"Briefcase In Hand, chapter 3"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here we go. I’ll start with a little snippet of my life: what I did today. Answer: absolutely nothing. It is <\/em>only 1:30. All I’ve done so far today is make my bed, attempt to clean my room, check my emails, and eat one pancake for breakfast. So I’ll just skip to the story now. It’s a long one:
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Briefcase in Hand, Chapter 3<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, don\u2019t cry. No no no, don\u2019t cry, it\u2019s okay, shh…\u201d<\/p>\n

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She\u2019s been crying for a while now, and we\u2019re still on the floor in the middle of the train car. I\u2019m doing my best to comfort her, but it\u2019s hard to do when she won\u2019t even look at me or reply or even move at my touch.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I run my fingers through my hair, sighing and looking to the side so I can see the window. The only thing I can see from here on the floor is the dark, cloudy sky and the raindrops on the window- it started raining soon after the man left us locked in this train car. Turning back to the girl, I find that she\u2019s looking me, finally, but tears are still running down her cheek.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I almost smile at her, but after taking into count that she is crying and that a man with a gun locked us in a train car and threatened us not long ago, I realize that may not be the best idea under the circumstances. Maybe I should say something.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cHi…\u201d I start tentatively, \u201cBetter now?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She nods, wiping the tears from her eyes. \u201cCan you pretend I wasn\u2019t crying?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I laugh, \u201cSorry, honey, it\u2019s a bit too late for that.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She exhales. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cZachary. Zack, if you please, madam. Yours?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m Dawn.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cDawn. Hmm.\u201d I squint at her. Does she look like a Dawn? I\u2019m not sure. If she were a small town girl, maybe… \u201cSo, Dawn, who are you? How did you..get here?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhy would I tell you<\/em> that?\u201d she sniffs.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhy not?\u201d I adjust my hipster glasses and look at her.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She blinks and relents, \u201cI was at a dentist appointment. The dentist put me under and..I woke up next to you. With..the briefcase.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We both look at it instinctively. \u201cHave you..tried opening it?\u201d I ask.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Dawn shakes her head, \u201cHow could I? You were with me the whole time. I only woke up a few minutes before you did.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cOh, no, honey, I just assumed that you\u2019d somehow opened it without me realizing it when the man with the gun wasn\u2019t looking.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWill you stop calling me that? I told you already, my name is Dawn<\/em> and I\u2019m exactly the same age as you, so stop calling me that.\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cSure thing, darling. Now, the briefcase?\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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She nods and we turn our attention to the black briefcase lying between us. \u201cIt\u2019s locked.\u201d she notices, touching the little silver padlock with her non-handcuffed hand.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWait. Look.\u201d I run my fingers over the words written on the briefcase in what looks like black permanent marker.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d Dawn leans down closer to the briefcase, her hair falling into my face. I blow it away and put my face to the side of the words so I can read them using the light reflecting off of the black words:<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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For Zachary Saunier<\/em> and Dawn Lowry<\/em> -Open Me<\/em><\/div>\n
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Bye! Keep calm, drink lemonade-<\/strong><\/div>\n
(very tired) Daniela<\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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