So, Mr. E finally got back to me and asked to meet, finally. At Starbucks, near Big Ben. Justin said he'd come with. Its about I think 11:15 now, supposed to meet at 12:00. Wanted to arrive a little earlier than Mystery Man. Justin is here and provided us with a lot of the resources, using his smartphone to record this if needed, and I have a wire under my blouse...I never wear a white blouse, something my mum gave me from her closet, said I would need it for job interviews or some such. Quite ugly, Laura Ingalls Wilder or Jane Austin like, if I must say so. Which I do. Okay, then. There it is.
So, just thought I'd write a little. Might calm my nerves, a bit. Been reading Paradise Lost. Strange, really. Justin calls it "a real page turner". But, somehow I understand it. As if I've lost something like...
Justin's sitting at a table in front of me, so Mr. E will have his back to him or some such. He says he'd much rather see my reactions on film, such a Steven Spielberg he is! He's actually reading Paradise Lost, well not really, just has the camera hidden behind...
I think I see our mystery man, Mr. E, approaching.
Well, let's to this..
Deep breath, Jane.
More later...
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