British Chocolate Contaminated

Thank heavens the WME got all caught up in that Cadbury Chocolate nonsense. The testing involved eating chocolate, no drugs, so I had plenty of time to think about Allen and what he had given Franny without my brain or body parts being tampered with.

I remembered Franny, after Allen had handed something that she put into her pocket, furiously writing on a notepad, which she then had stuck into her purse - a gorgeous Gucci bag, I might add.

Then when Allen came round the next week, Franny pulled the notepad out of her bag and gave it to him when he handed her the weekly memo. I remember thinking it was odd, as Allen really never received anything from us besides certain files, never a small notebook, and nothing handwritten, just the usual bunch of pharmaceutical form crap that can put you to sleep if you are not careful.

But really, it was a passing thought - I was still so star struck that Franny G. of The Department of Homeland Homes and Gardens was sitting right in front of me that I was focusing on other details - shirt fabric, shoes, the fine porcelain skin, not a hair out of place.

But since she escaped, it is vital that we ALL remember the paperwork exchanges. Everyone saw her, at one point or another, exchange something with Allen In fact, Luka told me that Allen's wife..........oh dear GOD, here comes Dr. Eudaimonia. I gotta run.