Chapter 2 A Mysterious Thing

My hand flies toward my chest as my best friend Maisie suddenly appears in front of me. Scoffing, she has her hands on her hips, looking at me reproachfully. I look down at her feet. Gone were her usual heels. She's worn flat shoes just so she can sneak up on me. This is serious. Real serious.

I step back, holding both my hands up in surrender.

"Last one. I swear it is. That guy just pissed me off. He's just...so detached? Cool? Collected? It just... annoyed me." I tell my best friend.

Maisie looks at me like I've gone crazy. "Are you insane? What kind of an excuse is that for robbing someone?"

"Um..didn't you ever get bothered by someone because they look so cool and suddenly felt the urge to steal from them?" I ask her cheekily, despite knowing full well that I'm not going to get away with it.

"No, Dina Marie. Get your brain fixed." Maisie says, pulling her hair in frustration. "You promised me you would change," She adds, looking so mournful it almost breaks my heart.

"Sorry, Maze," I say, knowing she knows what I'm apologizing for. That's how it's always been for us. We can tell each other stories with just one look. I guess that happens when you only have one friend your entire life. The bond has no choice but to get deeper and deeper. But no matter what she says, I won't be stopping my late-night excursions soon.

I hate disappointing her. I really do. But I have a goal, and time is running out. I can't welcome distractions now, not even from her.

Maisie's dismay gets more palpable as it becomes more evident that I won't tell her anything. "Call me after three days," she tells me before finally walking away.

I almost call her back to say that we should walk home together. But she would probably insist that she can take care of herself and throw me an even more annoyed look. I don't want her to be mad at me for more than three days.

I sigh, sliding down the building wall beside me and onto the ground. Trying not to think about the fact that I just drove my only friend away, I look at the wallet in my hand. For reasons that I cannot tell Maisie, I need money. And Mr. Cool, who clearly thinks he's better than anyone, should have it tucked inside this Prada wallet. Holding my breath excitedly, I pull it open.

"What?" I utter in disgust, closing the thing with a snap. Who puts only fifty bucks inside a Prada leather wallet? I open it again and rummage some more. There are a couple of receipts for car maintenance transactions and several debit and credit cards inside, but no more cash.

"Of course. Mr. Cool uses cards. God damn it." I realize in irritation. And if he's smart, and I feel he is, he's probably already called to cancel all these cards. I flip the wallet in my hand, not knowing what to do with it anymore.

Giving it another chance, I look at it again. On the front is a photo of Mr. Cool as a kid, his parents on either side of him. It's your classic picture of a happy family. I frown at it, trying to remember if my parents and I have ever posed for a photo like this, but the memory does not come to mind. Instinctively, I slip my fingers behind the image and feel something shift. I pull it out, curious. It's a folded piece of paper.

"Weird," I mutter as I open it.

Suddenly, the rain is louder in my ears, and I feel my head spin a bit. My eyes widen.

Shit. This is my Dad's name and address.

What the hell is this doing on a stranger's wallet?

-LETTERS START HERE-

September 3, 2015

Dear Dad,

How are you? I know. Kind of a stupid question to ask, huh? I can only imagine how horrible it must be where you are. But I know you'll be okay. You're you, after all.

Anyway, I just want you to know; Mom is officially insane. Ever since I agreed to move in with her and the "love of her life" (a.k.a. the completely clueless rich guy named Arnold Moon), she's been like a different person. All aspects of our life suddenly turned Korean. She's been cooking Korean food daily, which must be eaten with chopsticks (or so she insists). She's now using their weird skin products, too, and wearing their cutesy outfits. She's even learning the language from an online school. I swear, the only thing left is for us to move to Korea, and it scares the hell out of me. I never really checked where Arnold came from. What if it was the one with the dictator? Which is it again? North or South? I can never remember.

Whichever it is, if I ever start loving anything from that place, consider me crazier than Mom. And in case you're wondering, I am not racist toward Koreans. I get discriminated against for being different than 90% of the population here, too. It's just the principle of the thing. If Arnold were a white guy related to the British Queen, I would also hate Europe.

I don't know. Maybe I'm being pathetic. I guess I just can't accept the fact that Mom's moved on now, happy with her life, while we're both so miserable.

I miss you, Dad. If this letter ever makes it to you, please let me visit.

Love, Dina

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September 10, 2015

Dear Koko,

How are you, my dear grandmother? Guess what! I am visiting you soon. I told Mom and her new husband, Arnold, that I needed a break from school, and they thought it'd be a great idea. Dad has given his consent too. I know it sounds too good to be true, but they really did!

Since Dad told me you love them, I am bringing you lots and lots of chocolates from here. You don't have diabetes, right? You also don't have dentures? Never mind. I'll bring some dark chocolates and chocolates without nuts, just in case.

Please send my regards to everyone, Koko. If there's anything they want me to bring for them, please ask them for me, too.

I miss you. I can't wait to visit!

Love, Dina Marie

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September 11, 2015

Dear Maisie,

-This thing is called a letter, please pick up a pen and paper to reply to me. You told me you love being my best friend because I'm so old-fashioned, so prove it.-

I am not doing anything sketchy. So, please do not follow me around. You're not very stealthy. I promised you that I had changed, didn't I? Please, just focus on taking care of your sick boyfriend. I will be fine.

I will be moving in with Mom and Arnold soon (and I am not looking forward to it, as I'm sure you know). I just don't know when yet because Mom is all over the place with her excitement, and Arnold is super busy, so they can never decide. I will give you all the details once it actually happens.

Again--please stop following me around. I can hear your heeled boots clicking from miles away.

Love, Dina

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