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“Why couldn’t you just be some postal officer.” I
tossed yesterday’s paper into the garbage can. I got up and closed
my office door, trying to block out the everyday sounds of work.
Madlax had refused to elaborate any further on her latest assignment,
other than to assure me she wasn’t in immediate mortal danger.
She’d dressed in another suit, a beautiful blue one that made
her look even lovelier than the day before.
“Not trying to seduce someone, are you?” I’d asked,
trying not to sound jealous. She had just laughed and then told me it
was part of her assignment. I’d not gotten an answer; and our
ride to the office had been quiet, despite her teasing efforts to get
me to talk.
I put my head in my hands, elbows on the desk. She was an agent- seduction,
at some point, was probably required on the job. I’d never thought
about it- I was so worried that her life was at stake, I never thought
about anything else.
I sighed. There wasn’t anyone I could really talk to about this.
No one knew about it, the whole truth, the real story- except …Margaret.
Margaret! It seemed silly to talk to the girl, but she seemed to know
more about Madlax than me. I fished around in my purse, looking for
her number. Grabbing the office phone, I quickly dialed out.
“Hello?” her shy voice brought a smile to my face.
“Margaret. This is Vanessa. Am I disturbing you?”
“No, I’m at lunch now. I’m glad you called. I miss
you.” Her honesty was disarming, and I felt myself slump in my
chair. How could I have thought to interrogate the girl?
“Well- I was just missing you too.” I said quietly, resigning
myself to not getting any peace of mind.
“Something is bothering you.” She said softly. “Is
it about the time before?”
“It’s just…everything. Madlax. My parents.”
I hadn’t called them, and dreaded the arrival of Saturday. I sighed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be like this.”
“But this time is better than last time. Now you’ve got
Madlax back, and your parents are alive again. You shouldn’t think-.”
“My parents! What are you saying about my parents?” I cut
her off, suddenly feeling anxious. I remembered Madlax picking up a
family photo, and asking if my parents were alive.
“What happened to my parents?” I tried to keep my voice
down. There was a silence on the other end, then I heard Margaret heave
a large sigh.
“Do you really want to know?” she asked me.
“Tell me. Tell me everything.” I demanded.