Soon: Chapter 7: Trina Tells All
Paul heads back to work after two weeks of sick leave. People have pointed out that two weeks seems a tad excessive for mere cuts and bruises, and I can confirm that from personal experience. A few years ago, I broke my arm and wrist and hand in several places, necessitating surgery. Multiple broken bones led to barely three weeks off. Paul’s cuts and scrapes get him only a week less.
What a wuss.
Anyway, after his debriefing, Paul finds Trina waiting for him at his office. Tart that she is, she is…
…perched on Felicia’s desk, legs crossed and a high heeled pump dangling from one toe.
The usual “flirtatious banter” ensues:
“Hey, good lookin’,” she said. “I was just writing you a note. You look like you tangled with a cactus.”
“Last week I looked like I tangled with a grizzly.”
“Well, I’m sure you could lick a bear any day.”
You want him to lick a bear???
Why Trina, you dirty chick!
But Trina has more on her filthy, womany mind than mere bear-licking. She also has the results of the tests she ran on the envelope Paul gave her. The one his daddy’s “come to Jesus” letter was in.
Turns out the paper is of super-high quality, so we know that Paul Senior didn’t skimp when it came to his paint-by-numbers proselytizing. Also, it’s hard to find such paper in Atheistopia, because…
Today what little paper we use is made of reconstituted fibers from the plastics that used to be considered indestructible.
Holy. Crap. They make paper out of previously-unrecyclable plastic?
IS THERE ANYTHING THIS AWESOME WORLD DOES THAT IS NOT AWESOME???
Now, I know that to many RTCs, planning for the future, trying to preserve natural resources, “going green” are evil and/or pointless, what with TurboJesus coming soon to
destroy save us all. Heck, I’m probably just revealing my own heathenish depravity by being delighted at the thought of solar cars and cured cancer and plastic paper. But I don’t care—I just can’t get over how much Atheistopia rocks!
I mean, damn, other than the murders, outlawing religion seems to be the best decision humanity ever made!
Paul speculates on Trina’s findings:
But of what she said was true, the letter could be real, a prospect that horrified Paul.
Yeah, we know it horrifies him. Thanks for telling us for the seventeenth time in 60 pages, Jenkins.
But he had to know for sure–now more than ever, after his own near death. The ink was key, Trina said, and handwriting analysis would add certainty.
Um, wouldn’t the person best equipped to do handwriting analysis…be Paul himself? He has sole access to his mother’s house. Surely in her piles and piles of old paperwork, there must be something with his father’s signature.
But Trina’s intuition and curiosity could be a problem. The last thing Paul wanted was speculation about the letter all over the office.
Yeah, because you know how all chicks just love to gossip! It’s what the ladies do to keep their little minds occupied, you know.
I find it fascinating that Trina has used her intelligence and education and training to analyze the envelope, but to Paul, it’s just women’s intuition.
Actually, there is always the possibility that Paul just doesn’t want to pay Trina for her work with more lunches. Especially when she won’t even sleep with him, the little tease.