That’s Okay

A year ago Michael told Lacey he was going to guarantee eternity to her…as her monogamous Adam… And now…as Lem flounders…he emerges.

Lacey has dreams where she’s alone. Left vulnerable. And it’s always after trusting Lem with her heart.

A Sparrow Alighted Upon Our Shoulders plays.

Lem says, “I love you.” as if he’s ready to end all of humanity to prove it to her if absolutely necessary.

Michael says, “I love you!” like it’s raining in the 1940’s, a cloud bursting with loving water after years of death.

Which is better?

And Louis…Louis subconsciously rocks her gently as a lover…to sleep as she drives past old buildings he once saw himself. He goes to doctors appointments with her. He holds her soul.

Which is best?

It’s…almost excruciating.

But here are more photos of a home Lacey would buy if she received her inheritance right now.

“Yeah OK you’d have a house worth like $1 million-$2 million but what irritates me is that your house isn’t better than mine in regard to how much it costs. I have like $1 million house too. It’s like 1,200,000.00 or whatever it’s around $1 million.” says the pencil skirt perfume wearer. “What irritates me is that your house is like 10 times better looking than mine and probably better built in an area that’s going to age well with all the warming. Because I’m sure that’ll figure out someway to stop wildfires they have to and if you don’t buy something like this, you’ll probably buy something up north in some secluded safe area. …And like I get it, you know what you’re doing you and your ex husband are really, really good with money. And I bet your kids will probably have their college education paid for. You’ll probably have your retirement settled and you’ll probably both marry well in every way, or you will fight tooth and nail until they do.

But what irritates me is that I can’t do that. And my husband and I are in so much that I have five kids and we are going to be working until we’re dead just to try to make ends meet. We don’t have a retirement the way that you probably have it all figured out and we don’t have an inheritance. Obj Neither one of us inherited anything from our parents and we have had to work for everything we have.”

She fights to maintain her self esteem. Then she continues.

“I know that I’m cocky, I know I’m arrogant so is my husband and believe it or not, it actually irritates a lot of people. But I wasn’t raised with this understanding of things. People didn’t teach me what they taught you. …And I think what grieves me is that people think you’re JFK reincarnated in the Illuminati because it’s so obvious that you’re not because it’s so obvious that you’ve always understood if there’s reincarnation at least for the last 2 to 300 years you’ve understood how to truly keep money.

It’s just that I care about myself. I care about my kids. I care about our country. Whatever is left of it. And it’s just it’s shocking to me to think that the people running our country don’t understand what I do at this point about what’s going on.

I see who you are. I understand what makes you tick to some degree after reading your blog and observing you even subconsciously I don’t know how this is happening, right? Like why would they assume that I am the one to trust with monetary policy and our US foreign policy spiritually instead of you for safekeeping? I mean my impression and we could both be wrong but my impression and your impression seems to be that Vladimir Putin literally feels sorry for us. He sees us as pathetic so pathetic and decrepit and vulnerable that we have to somehow be babysat. I mean not like we’re not adults like some of us I think are probably his equal as adults but I think, call me crazy, but I think that $6 billion went to him to shut him up. And what irritates me is that we shouldn’t be doing that we shouldn’t be making deals with a war criminal in Russia. We feel sorry for us. We shouldn’t be so absolutely idiotic.

I didn’t choose to be born into the family that I was born into and if I did, it was for probably some deep reason in my case. And I don’t understand how they don’t get that.” says the pencil skirt wearer. “They can’t reconstruct all of reality just because it’s disturbing to them.”

“OK you said that your house is worth a little over $1 million and I trust you that you and your husband have had to work hard for everything that you have. What is it though that you understand that I don’t because we’re not that well off, we’re not that wealthy. And your tone seems to be one of sad resignation and I am not there yet. I can’t figure out how you got there. And what worries me is that somehow you guys don’t see what we see but then I think that that seems that doesn’t seem quite right, so what is it that you understand that that people like me in this country don’t understand?” asks an old middle class American. “I would call myself old-old middle-class; we have been middle-class in my family for generations.”

“Honestly we don’t see it either my grandparents weren’t that wealthy or if that doesn’t help my great grandparents weren’t that wealthy they were probably somewhat poor to lower middle class. But my parents are well-off and I am now in an $11 million mansion in Minnesota and I don’t see it either but I have a tendency to want to support the status quo because to me that is safety. And yet I understand that it’s a different status quo than the one that was in place 20 to 30 years ago.” says a millionaire.

“It is a different status quo. When I died I was under a very naïve misunderstanding that my children’s generation, not my children, but my children’s generation knew what we did and just had a different approach. I thought that they could be trusted with my grandchildren and my grandchildren‘s grandchildren. I didn’t think that we were on the edge of societal collapse. But turns out no they really are clueless. It isn’t just that that you know, they wear their hair long and did drugs and legalize things that shouldn’t be legal that were very popular for sad reasons. They took apart what it had taken centuries to create. And I’m not talking about genuine tolerance or freedom.

The truth is I have empathy for a lot of the things they claim to have believed. I had two marriages that were not perfect and as you may have gathered if Lacey had been born much earlier we probably would’ve had an affair. And mind you it would’ve been an affair to end a all affairs for eternity. So it’s not that it’s insignificant, but you shouldn’t have to do that. You know, it is a fallen world. So I understand the need for freedom. I understand the need for tolerance if it’s real, and not just idiocy. But there’s a difference between tolerating a man who can’t figure out how to find a wife and tolerating a man who is a pedophile and wants to wear children’s clothing and have it celebrated with lawn signs that say, ‘Love is love!’

How did we go from supposedly being a society where you could never get divorced if it was a bad marriage and everyone shunned you, supposedly, …to being a society where hundreds of thousands of children aren’t safe with any adult? That is intense, serious, corrosion and decay.

But that’s what happened and that is what the people who are newly wealthy don’t understand because they’re blinded by a great many things. And yet some people like you aren’t old money, but still see it. And the sad truth is that probably means that you’ve been middle class for hundreds of years in your family or some approximation of middle class even if you were poor in your family 200 years ago.

Part of the hatred for the poor in the past, and the suspicion of them came from societal trends in the past that were like this. Where, having money meant that you understood morality and it meant that you actually understood morality and you had some sense of decency.

See God does exist. God does love us and so it’s very hard to have money and establish a society without His help. It can be done. It can certainly be done. It has been done. But rejecting morality rejecting God is very hard to do if you want to have a stable, long-term relationship with reality and create a stable society.

And people understood that. People in the middle class understood that. People in the upper class for the most part understood that even if they were rebelling against it at times. But new money even if it aesthetically looks old money today; people who are new middle-class don’t understand what we do.

That doesn’t mean that you and I are in the same tax bracket, if I was still alive, or that Lacey is not old money and that you are. No, what it does mean is that we are part of an old established order that created this country and they’re not.

The people who are analyzing things today haven’t been around too long. They’re new to the neighborhood, so to speak. And so to them a dog and a cat is the same thing as a cow and plastic. It’s all fine and everything’s cool because they don’t see what’s going to happen 300 years from now. Because 300 years ago they were dirt poor and fucking cows. And if they weren’t fucking cows…why are they confused?” says Louis.

“That’s classist and yet I hesitate to say that because I worry that you’re right. And I wonder if what I can’t handle is that those people who emerged in the last 40 to 50 years got into the universities and started teaching things probably to probably my kids probably taught me. But they lied to me very convincingly.” says the middle class American man.

“Well and some of them seemed like me because they were Jewish, and in some cases maybe they were. …That’s why you know we have to be careful to analyze people as individuals. But no, you’re right, there was a huge societal shift of people from the poor to the upper middle class in the last hundred years.

And it was heralded as this wonderful result of the Industrial Revolution in America. It was seen as a triumph. It was a societal victory over evil for the cause of progress. But what I realized is that it isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. They really are clueless. They’re not faking it; they really are clueless. They don’t know how to even be middle class. They don’t understand what middle class is.

A lot of the revolution in the 60’s was because of long overdue things needing to be addressed that were bankrupt. But what caused that change? What caused it? A mudslide you know and oh and an overflowing river. And I’m not I’m not putting them all together. They’re not all the same person but no they they don’t understand. They don’t understand what old money is, they don’t understand what class is.

They don’t understand what art is!

They don’t understand what music is!

They don’t understand what the Illuminati is if the Illuminati exists. They are clueless about how to run almost anything successfully long-term.

And Russia is emerging as this powerful country is because, ironically, their old value system got sort of preserved in ice. It was frozen during the Russian Revolution of 1917. They still remember and because of living through communism they understand what destruction is. You see, they’re not wedded to this idea that smoking pot and watching cartoons is better than crying over a bitter life.” says Harold Loeb.

“You know as you say that I wonder of a lot of what Gen. X was trying to do with their lack of interest and unimpressed attitude…was to somehow preserve that quality. We were trying to say, ‘Hey, don’t get so excited destruction still exists. And let’s just bid our time lay low and see what happens because something is afoot something is amiss and I’m not so certain that we have a clear picture of who’s to blame and who’s trustworthy.’” says the Gen. X middle class American man.

“Boy, Bobby you sure have your finger on the pulse of society. I bet you knew all of this. Lacey does, Lacey did possibly because she’s been talking to us subconsciously for years. So maybe when I tell you that I was straight, if you don’t have proof, you shouldn’t argue.” says Lem, angry. “I cared about you kids, but you were pampered sluts. You were pampered, asinine, shrewish sluts. Drug addicted, moronic, sociopathic fuckwads. And that’s just a scientific observation. Is that why you hate science? Think about all the destruction that you kids have caused other than for your children would you all be better off dead? The poor needed all of the money that you assholes wasted doing drugs, and the fact that my life was ruined and that you being alive means that the shitshow of ‘I have to be gay!’ continues is aggravating to me.” he says rocking in his seat in rage. “Why didn’t I just kill shawty before he was 40? …Well because he needed to have kids. And God respects that. He has to. But you know really I wanted them to kill themselves. I wanted heroin to get into their bloodstream and rise to the level of poison that their body stopped working. I wanted them to murder themselves. …And you know I trusted nature to work itself out in that way.”

A gay man who read Jack and Lem would like to make a commentary very quickly, if that is allowed.

He clears his throat.

“We can assume…” the gay man who read Jack and Lem says to laughter. “We can assume… that Lem felt very upset in that last paragraph.” He laughs. “And that it’s possible he doesn’t like the Kennedys anymore. Because I’d say there’s a lot of evidence to suggest that. Should we assume maybe not? But if we’re going to take a leap and make an assumption, I think we can assume that if this is Lem’s ghost and if he was straight he’s upset and he doesn’t like the Kennedys at all, any of them, anymore. And I think we can assume that they’ve been using this as a way to torture Lacey because they’re idiots. And I don’t think they realize the depth that people can have when they’re not narcissistic. I’m not gonna comment on the societal shifts because I don’t want to sound like a snob.

The thing is we can’t assume that Lem was gay anymore. If you’re reading this blog and you’re taking it seriously and you think that he may actually be talking to her you you really shouldn’t assume that he was gay anymore. It’s not safe almost and I wouldn’t do it. I am a gay man I would, I would never assume that anymore. I know better than to assume that.

I think it’s sad to me as a father that if Lem was my son and he was straight I would be proud of him if he brought home a nice young woman. Let’s say that he grew-up imitating me and he thought, ‘I’m gonna be gay like dad!’ because he genuinely thought that was a smart thing to be. Let’s say we were close and that’s what I modeled for him and that’s what he thought was actually somehow best even just subconsciously.

If he came home with a woman, I would love my son enough to be proud of him and not sit around like some dumbass questioning his sexuality. …That’s what I don’t understand about a lot of people in this conversation who are liberal. Why do you need him to be gay for your own sexuality to exist? See that’s narcissism! No, you’re two separate people or do you not understand that concept?” says the gay man who read Jack and Lem.

“Do you need Lem to be gay?! Umm…you know and what’s creepy is that in the past Lem thinking that he was gay makes sense because they maybe really did think that pedophilia and a homosexuality were related. I don’t, I don’t think he realized that he wasn’t gay. I really don’t think he understood. I think he knew he wasn’t attracted to children but I don’t think he understood that he wasn’t gay. People were a lot more tender hearted back then. And they were a lot more vulnerable and frankly they were a lot healthier than we are now.” says an actress.

“What irritates us, though, Mr. Blue is that Lacey and Louis really are vulnerable people from the past who have developed an incredibly hard shell around their psyche. Actually, Lem I feel like Lem is becoming that which is interesting. I think Elliot was that to some degree but he doubted himself. And I think Harold is a wild man. Harold is an adventurer. …Michael is a wise old soul who is probably quite a challenge. …I don’t think you guys understand who you’re dealing with because you’re narcissists and I think you think that when Lacey is being herself that she’s tricking you and she’s not.” says another actress.

“So you wanted us dead?!?!” asks a woman of Lem.

“I thought that if you kids were evil enough and flawed enough in your minds to poison each other and try to poison me that yeah, you deserved to die!” says Lem. “Are you too intellectually bankrupt to understand that concept? That’s sad.”

“No I just I think when it’s kids you protect them.” she says.

“To certain degree but I don’t think you understand what you’ve read on this blog. If I was straight, I was being held hostage. I didn’t realize it, and I didn’t know how to get out and it was like joining the Moonies. It was like joining the army once you’re in how do you get out? You can’t easily. Once you’re an army man you’re an army man for life! There is no living somewhere like at the end of From Here To Eternity.

“Shit. Shit shit shit!” yells a man.

“ I had the mentality that it was the wild west and if you kids were going to act like demons from hell, I could try to respect the fact that you were humans and you were kids, but I certainly wasn’t going to protect you.” says Lem.

“Even if we were just kids? Even if we were demons, we were kids.” says Bobby.

“Oh no, you’re gonna try hurt kids that are being held hostage. You weren’t hostages. All of you kids were born into that family. …You were choosing to give a child drugs! You were choosing to take cars in directions where little girls had their necks broken. You were choosing to go around fucking who knows who spreading what disease ruining this life and that possibly causing them to want to kill themselves and then one of the does end up dead! One of them did hang herself. A 14-year-old girl was molested or what? Michael Kennedy married a 14-year-old!!! …Countless things happened! …And I cared about that! I wasn’t a little fairy godmother, you asshole.” says Lem. “How many women have ended up dead or wanting to kill themselves because you’re dysfunctional? How many women have wanted to kill themselves because the Kennedy boys didn’t overdose on heroin? I wasn’t Falstaff! …I was a man who gave up giving a shit because I was hoping that you little assholes would shoot yourselves full of a deadly drug that would stop your hearts and send you into the afterlife. I lived a double life. I did care about your humanity, and I thought it would be better for you to overdose in your youth than to send yourselves into Hell. But at the same time no I was a miserable, lonely man who was incredibly nihilistic. I’ve been molested I’ve gotten used by this piece of shit Jack Kennedy…and then I spent most of my life admiring him, loving him, thinking that it meant something… but it wasn’t real admiration and it wasn’t real love, and it didn’t mean anything other than destruction. You’re not my son and I’m not Rhett Butler. And Lacey isn’t a little girl and a horse with Rhett for a daddy. That’s what your uncle thought probably it’s probably why he threw her down the stairs. But no, she doesn’t need to be corrected and I think you kids were beyond correction. …Aren’t you embarrassed about how fucked up you make the Irish look with your continuous bullshit and drivel? You know they’re not all potentially better off dead.”

“No Lem decided that he couldn’t leave it to nature and so he decided to help nature by letting you kids use drugs and encouraging it.” says Louis. “He thought that you dying a sweet death of opiate madness was far better than living to be 50 and hurting people even more.”

“I just can’t accept that OK?! She’s right my ancestors are peasants 300 years ago. I am new old money. And people think I’m old money. I am in the upper class. My parents were somewhat upper middle class. You know I tell people that my parents were Rob and Laura Petrie. I can’t understand that mentality! To me that just seems like pure evil.“ says a wealthy liberal journalist in the Illuminati.

“Well, it’s like war and when you’re fighting for kids who are being held hostage and the little warriors are 14 or 15 years old and have been brainwashed into killing you as you’re trying to liberate children and bring them home they have to be shot in the head. They have to have their shot.” says Lem. “They have to have their shot because they have to die. What fucking magical fairyland do you idiots think we exist in?! No offense, but I’m sorry it’s a little dumb. …Those kids have to be killed because they have guns. They have tanks and they’re fighting you. You don’t molest them, you don’t torture them you kill them quickly. And if that scares you too much why are you in charge of anything?! That’s not situational ethics that’s common sense. Those are brainwashed kids who may actually be better off dead. And that scenario is not a precedent to be used in every situation or even most situations! It’s an extraordinary circumstance, because extraordinary circumstances can exist.” He scoffs. “And you might do it with a smile. You might do puppets if you thought it would help you kill them faster and as you’re doing the puppets and you’re making the voices and you’re teasing them are you actually mocking their innocence and their youth? No, you’re trying to allow them whatever childhood they have before you send them to their grave because as they’re shooting at you you decide that they’re better off dead.” He thinks. “Puppets are the best they can appreciate of childhood. They’re vicious warriors but they still appreciate puppets.”

“Oh OK so this is about the Vietnam War?!? Yeah…this is just bullshit she’s just pulling shit out of her ass!” says a Wobbly.

“Was Lem in love with you?! Bobby, if you’re psychically listening…I bet he transferred all of his powerful passion that he just magically sublimated into oblivion at Jack’s wedding to you when Jack died. Not your father not Ted not a boyfriend. Oh no a 9 year-old who was almost 5 feet tall with curly hair and scrawny arms. A short blue-eyed monster, who poisoned his siblings milk. Who thinks vaccines are all pure evil and Bill Gates is a meanie pants. You guys decided Lem was a pedophilic monster. …You were 9 when Jack died! Not 30. Not 20. Not 14!

But no! He’s not a pedophile! Because what handsome, debonair Harvard, Princeton educated, art loving man, wouldn’t love a dumbass 9 year-old bitch who poisons his siblings milk? Oh wow, that’s a match made in heaven, and of course in 1968 it wasn’t pedophilia because Bobby was so mature because poisoning your siblings milk after your father is brutally shot in the head requires an extraordinary amount of maturity.

He was in Machiavellian genius! They all are!! He poisoned his siblings milk because he thought, ‘I should kill everyone by making them all shit themselves to death!’ …You fell in love and he fell in love with you because you both wanted to kill people, but you decided to join forces and let him die first and then you would get everyone to die of Polio because that would purify their souls, and send them into an afterlife where they come back again. Because dying of polio or measles when your four is so much better than shitting yourself to death.

Wow your love story was amazing. The journalists never lie and I need to believe everything I hear about you and Lem! Lem, he was in love with you that he was Falstaff, that he was funny, and that he was moody around his friends, because he was so in love with Jack. And he wasn’t sad at the wedding because he was in love with Jackie right? I know he never married her or did he did he marry Jackie? Is that why you gave her cancer to get her out of the way? No I don’t know. It’s still weird that he wasn’t sad. I don’t think it’s that he was in love with Jackie I think it’s that Caroline and Jack Junior actually Lem’s children. And your Lem’s very short son! I think I think all the Kennedy kids were really just a product of Lem fucking all of the Kennedy women. I don’t think any of you are a Kennedy and you’re all Billings or maybe it really is just what Lacey is saying and you have to overlook the fact that you’re an idiot compared to her OK, peaches?” says an actress.

“Stop trying to make fetch happen. We really weren’t necessarily what we’ve made ourselves out to be.“ Says Kick.

Pat Wilson nods in agreement.

“Do you know what’s funny is Lacey’s grandfather maybe really did help invent plastic coat hangers and write the theme songs to famous TV shows. But he was never given any credit. But he really did possibly do that. …What is old money? I think we’ve discussed it. I think it’s clear and I don’t think people like it. Casi, did you realize that you were falling out of line or not?” asks Queen Elizabeth II.

“Out of line with my entire family?” asks Casi.

“Yeah betraying your entire family.” says the Queen.

“By attacking Lacey, and claiming she was a liar?” asks Casi.

“Yeah!” says the Queen.

“No, no I thought I was being cool.” she says.

“And it made sense to me.” says Mr. Blue.

“So Mr. Blue you’re a ‘man sexy’ bimbo?” asks Michael.

“No I mean the press exaggerated it! It wasn’t right when Jack died it was after my father died. He was in love with Jack then he was in love with my father, and then he was in love with me when I was 14.“ says Bobby.

“So then he was in love with Joe first? Hmm…did he start off with Joe Senior or not?“ asks Kick.

“Bobby I think it’s ridiculous that people thought he was in love with you. You were a short asshole. It really is total bullshit probably. Why do you believe it?! Are you that gullible?” asks a Republican.

And at that Wobbly wobbles off in a surly huff, pouting indignantly.

More later.

There is a new conspiracy on TikTok and elsewhere to make Minnesota seem poor. And all they know is that a Succession character came from Minnesota in a city where F. Scott Fitzgerald grew-up. And not understanding F. Scott Fitzgerald‘s history, or really the references that he made in his earlier stories about St. Paul they assume that he too, grew-up poor in some rural place like the American south post Civil War. Did this start when Lacey decided to talk about old money in the Illuminati? Yes, absolutely yes. Yes, that trend started with Lacey and it’s circling back at this point to cover her tracks. Is that right? Is that wrong? Well, that’s an interesting conversation that she is going to have to have with God as she’s not trying to condone gatekeeping and yet she very much is gatekeeping her state. It’s unclear who started the gatekeeping in the Illuminati. It wasn’t Lacey. But it’s…working.

More later.

“You know…the Gettys aren’t the Nesheims. I’ve never…liked that comparison.” says Lacey. “It’s not like the entire old money universe is homogenous…or friends with each other or…even aware of each other. When you see old money through the lens of sociology and anthropology you create classes that are accurate. But…old money is not high society.

The Kennedys are high society in most circles. They may or may not be true old money. Technically they’re supposed to be but it’s interesting how they’ve somehow avoided that designation…

The Nesheims aren’t high society. A lot of old money isn’t high society. But…that’s because they’re a class…not a group of celebrities. High society is…public extreme wealth.

Princess Kate was born into what in the US would be considered old money. Her mother wanted to be in high society. There’s a big difference.

A lot of people think the uber glamorous high society is old money. It’s not. …High society is photographed. High society requires a list of attributes and you must have the right last name. Namely a famous last name associated with enormous wealth.

Old money…is a class. It’s a way of experiencing life. It’s not just a lifestyle.

Movie stars of the 20th Century are quasi-high society. But they aren’t necessarily old money. Lots of big name artists are quasi-high society. High society is…very posh, very glamorous. They are the most visible, most glittering elite. If the Illuminati exists it’s seemingly dominated by the most visible high society elements and the most powerful people in the world.

…You’ll never see a public list with the Nesheims listed. Even though we’ve had an electoral college vote at least once. Things aren’t, unfortunately, arranged that…intelligently. But to our credit we helped invent one of the most breakthrough, reliable and safe anti-seizure medications ever created. Literally. And not insignificantly so. …And we did a lot in World War II. …And we have a lot of the oil in the US. But…we are…extremely private. And…I doubt we’re the only family in the US like that.

Lacey has had friends who’s relatives have Wikipedia pages and who’s family owns an entire lake. They started Abercrombie & Fitch. Literally. When it was an outdoor store. But she can guarantee you…you have no idea who those people were or are. Lacey’s friend inherited about the same amount as she has so far.

“Lacey has a friend?!?” asks a hater.

“No…not really. But…they’re friends on Facebook and they acknowledge each other…and…Lacey used to consider her a real friend.” says Michael. “They were basically roommates. They used to watch Frasier together.”

“Did she ride horses?” asks Casi.

“No. Maybe occasionally.” says Lem.

“Did she sail?” asks Casi.

“My cousin sailed! But no…she did not.” says Lacey.

“Who was her relative?” asks Michael.

“A Von Lengerke. Her grandmother was a Von Lengerke before she was married.” says Lacey. “That’s who she got her inheritance from.”

“Did you ever meet her Grandma Von Lengerke?” asks Michael.

“Yes! But she was very old!” says Lacey empathetically. “I don’t think she understood she had visitors.”

“And you’re still associated with her?” asks Michael.

“Yes!” says Lacey.

“Are you and her in high society?” asks Lacey.

“No. Her family loves Cornell University and scotch. …But…no.” says Lacey.

“What does she do?” asks Lem.

“She’s…a secretary.” says Lacey.

“For who?” says Lem.

“Someone in some sort of position of power.” says Lacey.

“Is she rich?” asks Lem.

“No! Well…it depends on how you look at it.” says Lacey.

“So Anderson Cooper is high society?” asks a man in the Illuminati.

“Yes! He’s also old money.” says Lacey.

“So…people just become old money. It’s like…a…race practically. But…it’s not necessarily a glamorous vibe.” says Casi.

“Yup!” says Lacey.

“But I always felt you had a certain glamour.” says Casi.

“Yeah right.” says Lacey. “I’m elegant. Not glamorous.”

“Is your friend glamorous?” asks Casi.

“Not necessarily. She’s certainly been elegant over the years.” says Lacey.

“That’s…interesting.” says Casi. “Would she have snubbed me?”

“She would have been just as confused by you as I was.” says Lacey.

“Would I have assumed she was like me?” asks Casi.

“Yes! Very easily!” says Lacey.

“When would she have started to annoy me?” laughs Casi.

“When she kept working out and when you saw her childhood home.” says Lacey.

“Why would her working out have annoyed me?” asks Casi.

“Because she could afford it.” says Lem.

“And her childhood home was built by their old money wealth on the East Coast. It’s a very nice sized, old money aesthetic home.” says Michael. “Not a mansion but it’s really elegant and pretty.”

More later.

More tomorrow.

Lacey’s House

Jóhannsson plays.

It’s a troubled mess. Who Lacey belongs to.

Lem is…possibly victorious. But Lacey worries it’s Michael or Louis. Because she can’t easily hear God’s voice on the matter. She imagines she’ll be able to…soon?

And Putin is scared. But not the way western media describes it? If there’s an Illuminati it’s more…exhaustion than a coup. I’m Russia is tired of playing nice with the west.

“So am I!” says China.

Turns out…when global warming protesters defiled Monet it convinced Putin the west isn’t…real anymore…almost at all.

“What idiots!” said Putin to himself. “They don’t care about children…or God…but God still cares about them. …But do they even exist anymore? …Seventy years ago they’d never have been that disgusting.”

“Are you a fan of Monet?” asked one of his advisers.

“Yes. It’s…serene.” says Putin. “His art is…languid and transposing.”

“They’re heathens.” says his advisor.

“They’re crushing their own people.” says Putin.

What is it to crush your own people?

Zero by Electric Guest plays.

“I want to cheer!” says a liberal American asshole about Wagner.

Lacey sips her tea. She sighs.

Then like a British Aristocrat from the 1800’s she draws lines.

“Yes, I want that. In a size 12.” she says to Mlle. Chanel.

“Good!” says Coco.

Wagner. A war criminal at the helm.

“But he’s fucking with us!” says a Biden.

China laughs. “That’s what you think.”

“Umm…but…he’s not Putin.” says an American liberal.

“I cheat.” says Wagner.

“You cheat!” says the American liberal.

“I’ve been a good Tsar.” says Putin. “I love stability. And wealth.”

“What do you love?” asks the American liberal of The Wagner.

He laughs maniacally.

“Fucking us!” says China.

“No! He’s in in bed with China?!?!” says an American liberal. Then getting scared and narcissistically perplexed he squanders his intellect. “Whatever! It’s still far better than Putin!”

“Isn’t Wagner a nice name?” asks Biden placidly.

And at that…Wagner Ride of the Valkyries plays.

“Mmm. Cool. Good song. I’m sure Putin would love that. Being the next Hitler!” says the American liberal.

“I’m doing drugs to it!” says a Biden.

“Oh! Like in the White House? Right now?” asks the American liberal.

“Yup!!!” says a Biden.

“Why? Shouldn’t you be sober mein führer?” asks the liberal American asshole.

“No! Das ist gut!!!” says a Biden. And as Wagner rips through the Oval Office he sprawls out on his desk. “It’s such a pretty song!”

“Like clovers in the spring!” says the liberal American asshole.

“Yah! Das ist true! Non? …Pretty little flowers and clover. And moss. Lots of moss!” says a Biden, high and laying on his desk.

“We…have a good life!! Yah!” says the liberal American asshole.

“No! It’s not enough!! …Expansion!!” yells a Biden.

“We go West, mein führer?!?” asks the liberal American asshole.

An Overture from Ride of the Valkyries plays.

“Nein!!! …We…go to the moon.” says a Biden.

“To the moon!” says the American liberal dreamily.

They dream for a moment.

“And live on the moon?” asks the American liberal.

“Yah. We live on the moon! Big time. Lots of trucks. And we take shovels and dig out a housing development!” says a Biden.

“Oh…goody!” says the American liberal.

“We…will…CONQUER!” says a Biden. He giggles high, as he raises his fist in the air.

“Das ist gut! Das ist gut, mein führer!” says the liberal American laughing.

“The children are being treated badly. But…we need the money, my friend.” says a Biden.

“Yah! I understand. What must be done, must be done mein führer.” says the liberal American asshole brigade.

“They will die…and go to Valhalla!” declares a Biden. He raises his fist in the air.

“Yah! Das ist gut! They will die and be better off than us! I’m so jealous!” say the liberal Americans. “I’m so jealous, of dee little ones.”

“It’s all right!!! It is…for the motherland.” says a Biden.

“Yes, mein führer!” says an American liberal nodding his head.

“We will ride on spaceships to the moon!!” he says giggling as Wagner plays.

“Yah! Yah! We will!” says an American liberal.

“But first we must crush the opposition!” says a Biden.

“Like a pest!” say the American liberals.

“Yah! We will exterminate them!” say the American liberals.

“Yah! We must do it for the motherland!” says a Biden.

“I bought a horse!” says a liberal.

“To ride into Russia!” says a Biden.

“I will! It is summer!” says the liberal.

Biden laughs. “We will win!!”

“Yah! We will win!” says the liberal.

“They think we will lose! But they don’t know what we have been through!!!” yells the liberal.

“There’s but one problem. We must get rid of Tsar Putin. He’s vicious!” says a Biden.

“But not as vicious as you, mein führer!” say the liberals.

“It’s not worth talking about!” says a Biden.

“Nein! I will stop! To save his pride.” say the loyal liberals.

“Yah! We will be nice.” says a Biden.

And Wagner plays on.

“I fucked my siblings!” says JFK.

“Yah! But Hitler was in love with his niece!“ says a Biden.

“Don’t mess with Hitler!” says a secret service agent with reverence.

JFK cries in defeat. “It is difficult to defeat the greatest führer to ever breath!” he admits forlornly.

“No!! Don’t say that!” says a Biden.

Heartless by Kanye West plays.

And at that the American liberals dance in unison. Controlled by demons.

“We will…surprise Herr Hitler.” scoffs a Biden.

JFK laughs. “You are funny!”

“I crack myself up! All day!” says a Biden.

“Yah! You are a funny man, my friend!” says JFK.

“Are we reincarnated Germans? From World War I?” asks JFK.

“Yah! But I’m younger!” laughs a Biden.

“Meth! It got to me!” says JFK in frustration.

“You should have been more careful!” says a Biden.

“It was a-I was an addict!” says JFK.

A Biden pauses in thought for a second. “You were a faggot?”

“Sort of, yah. But dis ist…the problem.” says JFK.

“Don’t tell your mother.” says a Biden.

JFK cries. “Nein! Nein. There is no way Lemmers loved me.”

“Lemmers? This is a woman?” says Biden. He makes a sign of large breasts.

JFK shakes his head no. “No! He was…my sex toy.”

A Biden giggles, marching in place.

“I played with his mind. And used his body!” says JFK.

A Biden nods in understanding. “Yah!”

“But maybe he never liked it at all. They say. They say so. And I don’t know why they are wrong anymore. …I am a tragic man, Herr Biden.” says JFK lighting a cigar.

“Men are…not toys.” says a Biden.

“Anyone can be a toy!” says JFK flirting with a Biden.

“I’m not a toy!” says a Biden in a lordly tone.

And at that JFK bursts into tears. He shakes his head in unhappiness. Collapses onto a sofa.

“We are not being men!” says a Biden. He starts marching.

“No! This is madness.” says JFK like an artist critiquing a painting tenderly.

“Nein. Exercise is healthy!” protests a Biden still marching.

“We cannot march into Moscow.” says JFK.

“Why ever not? Meth addiction?” scoffs a Biden. “I am not a loser, you don’t understand. Herr Hitler was a great man but we are destined…for redemption!”

“Yah! New Age. …But…why? This is America. Not Germany.” says JFK.

“No. It’s Germany in 1918.” says Herr Biden.

“You tried to sleep with Lacey. Was that to defy the King?” asks JFK, curious.

“Yes. But he didn’t notice. He never notices anything.” says a Biden.

“Oh no, he noticed.” says JFK.

“Yeah right! That loser!” says Herr Biden marching in place.

“He noticed.” says JFK.

“Really?! Then we will see…results!” says Herr Biden.

“He doesn’t like you.” says JFK.

Herr Biden looks nonplussed.

“It is not his way! He believes they should be left alone. Like…someone else’s horses.” says JFK. “On their land.”

“That’s Christianity.” says Herr Biden.

“Yah! But…that is the only way to Heaven, you know.” says JFK.

The two men stare at each other stupidly in the Oval Office.

“Yah. Okay. Fine.” says Biden. He looks bummed. Dejected.

“We cannot be evil to be winners.” says JFK. “In the circus of life…we are…not the ringmaster.”

“Then who is?” asks Herr Biden.

“Jesus, I suppose.” says JFK, grumpily.

“Are we reincarnated?” asks Biden.

“Was Kem? Was Lem…gay?” asks JFK. “We must be careful! Because maybe…we were…and we are still trying to conquer Earth for Germany. Or…maybe…we are possessed.” He thinks. “But this isn’t Germany.”

“Nein!” says Herr Biden. He starts marching.

“We will make the US like our homeland?” says JFK.

“It is our homeland!” says Herr Biden, confused.

“No, no. No…you are…senile!” says JFK objectively.

“Nein!” says Herr Biden saluting JFK.

JFK salutes him back in response.

“How about we blow up the US for the führer?” asks JFK.

“My demons are not so stupid!” says Herr Biden. He scoffs.

“But it’s…America.” says JFK in a rage.

“Lem?” asks Herr Biden.

“Yah! And the British! …They are…so annoying.” says JFK.

“I thought you played kissy face with the English!” says Herr Biden.

JFK laughs. “I am…not a man who should be challenged.”

“You seduce them?! Like James Bond, but as a man of superior qualities.” says Herr Biden.

“Yah! They are my…toys.” says JFK. “Like a choo choo train.”

They laugh.

“Why are we here?!” asks a Biden suddenly alarmed. He sits down behind his desk.

“You are president!” yells JFK.

“Where’s my wife?!” asks Herr Biden, in terror.

“She died in a car crash!” yells JFK kindly from across the room.

Herr Biden looks upset. “Then why is she here?”

“The atomic bomb!” yells JFK.

Dissolve by Absofacto plays.

“We are at war with Russia!” says JFK raising an open cold beer. “We will win! Yah!!?”

“We’re at war with Russia!?!?” asks Herr Biden, confused.

JFK looks confused now too.

“I didn’t do that! Nein!” says Herr Biden, growing agitated.

“But what will Herr Hitler say if we lose?” asks JFK.

“Don’t bring up our losses!” bitterly yells Herr Biden.

“We are at war with Russia!!” yells JFK.

“I never-I didn’t say that!” says Herr Biden. “Shhh!”

“But it is real. It is!” says JFK.

“No. Shhh!” says Herr Biden.

“It is…a secret?” asks JFK, intrigued.

“Yah!” says Biden. He pats his desk with the palms of his hands.

“Do the American people know?” asks JFK.

“That’s just it. My comrades do. But…the rest do not. Unless they are agents of King George V.” says Herr Biden. “Is there reincarnation?”

“It doesn’t matter! This is…not important!” says JFK.

“But I don’t want to go to Hell. I want to kiss my wife. She’s so pretty. The prettiest one. Oh…I loved her!” says Herr Biden.

“Yah, yah, yah! Whatever!” says JFK. “It’s not necessarily reincarnation. But it would have to genuinely be in Christianity. …But we are being used. By Herr Hitler’s ranks.”

“To blow up the world?” asks Herr Biden.

“Das ist of no importance! We need action!” says JFK.

“Ich bin ein Berliner?” asks Herr Biden.

“Yah! I am too!” says JFK.

They stare at each other.

See The Light by Electric Guest plays.

“I want my wife!” cries Herr Biden.

“Then we should blow-up a Washington D.C.” suggests JFK placidly.

“That’s a lot of work!” says Herr Biden in a huff.

JFK eats a pastrami sandwich. “The missiles they do the work! It’s an easy job.”

“That’s not true! And you know it.” says Herr Biden.

“Yah! Okay. But we are at war with Russia even if it’s a secret and you wanted to kiss your wife?” says JFK confused. He eats more of his sandwich.

“Yah! But…the motherland is so nice.” says Herr Biden.

“She is a nation. Not…a sandwich!” says JFK enjoying his lunch. He smiles.

“You are an idiot!!!” yells Herr Biden.

“I’m not a hungry one!” says JFK laughing victoriously.

“I hate you!!!” yells Herr Biden.

“You want a sandwich?” asks JFK.

“Yah! You’re a louse!” yells Herr Biden. “You should offer me a sandwich. You have terrible manners!”

The two men sit and eat sandwiches.

“I wonder…does…Tsar Nich-Putin know we are at war with him?” asks JFK.

Herr Biden shrugs.

“He should probably be told!” says JFK fastidiously.

“Maybe he already knows. But…we…are…getting rid of him anyway.” says Herr Biden.

“Okay! We are-we are fucking Mr. Wagner?” asks JFK.

“Yah! He’s a playboy!” says Herr Biden.

“What if he’s not going to play nice?” asks JFK.

“He’s our toy!” scoffs Herr Biden over his sandwich.

“We are winning!?!” asks JFK.

“Of course!”

“Then why do we have to meet Mr. Wagner? I’m bored meeting new people.” says JFK.

“We can meet him later. At the party.” says Herr Biden.

“Okay! Goody! Will there be cake?” asks JFK. “I am in the mood for a good slice of chocolate cake now!”

“With cold buttermilk!” says Herr Biden.

“And hot coffee!” says JFK with irritation.

Herr Biden nods in understanding. “We will leave Berlin in the morning to go meet Herr Wagner.”

“We can’t!” says JFK in confusion.

“I will arrange transport! You can eat your cake! It will be fun!” says Herr Biden with a huge smile.

“You silly old fool! This isn’t Germany!” says JFK.

“How about we ask Herr Wagner to come here?!” says Herr Biden with a smile.

“He is a snob! I bet!” says JFK.

“Well! There’s no need for missiles if we can just host Herr Wagner here?” says Herr Biden.

“The nuclear war was only because Tsar Putin is a snob. He wouldn’t fuck his niece. Or eat cock of a man who hates him. I can’t keep track.” says JFK.

“Yah! We are men! We don’t have to be so careful!” says Herr Biden.

“A horse! A horse can kick you in the head…but they have nice dicks!” says JFK.

“Yah? Okay.” says Herr Biden trying not to be repulsed.

“We meet Herr Wagner in the grass tomorrow morning at 8 o’ clock!” says JFK.

“Our front lawn?” asks Herr Biden.

“Yah!” says JFK.

“He must be a good man.” says Herr Biden.

“With a name like Wagner? Yah! But…he wouldn’t shame me for upsetting my wife with goats and cows.” says JFK. “How do you keep from upsetting Frau Biden?”

“She loves me.” says Herr Biden smiling happily.

JFK laughs happily.

“Animal bestiality is an integral with the LGBTQ+ community! A new flag celebrating love will be coming out next summer with a cow’s face over the rainbow. Because somewhere over the rainbow there’s a cow waiting for you and your hard cock if that’s your thing!” says the DNC and all American liberals with a strong wink.

“Herr Wagner will be so proud!” says Herr Biden.

More later.

“You’re Prigozhin!” someone yells at JFK.

“I’m not precocious, although I was unusually intelligent. I’m not really pretentious either.” says JFK confused.

“No no no I’m talking about the leader of Russia?” asks a liberal. “Like you’re not really JFK. JFK is Lacey reincarnated.”

“Oh, the one that the CIA gave $6 billion to?” asks JFK.

“Yeah that guy that’s exactly who I’m talking about. That’s who you really are. You’re just pretending to be JFK. Are you bisexual? Do you sleep with Lacey knowing that she was a man in her last life like Lem does?” asks the liberal Gen. Z woman.

“Ahh…no no that’s not what happened that’s not what is going on. I actually am JFK and I’m not precocious.” says JFK.

“Well of course you’re not precocious you’re not a child you’re an adult.” says the Gen. Z woman.

“Oh, well, I was kind of a precocious child but now not a child and and as smart as I am, I am JFK, I wouldn’t really call myself precocious if we’re being exact.” says JFK.

“OK but like getting back to what we’re actually talking about. See you’re the leader of Russia.” says the Gen. Z woman. “And we paid you like $6 billion to do your job so I hope you do it.”

“You paid me $6 billion to be the leader of Russia?! When?!” asks JFK.

“Yeah, that’s what the CIA did! I’m rooting for the CIA! I skipped seasons one and two and now we’re-you’re the leader of Russia and we paid you $6 billion and it was the CIA and so I guess that’s what we’re doing now, and you’re the leader of Russia.” says the Gen. Z woman.

“You skipped seasons one and two of what?!? Like…what are you talking about?“ asks JFK.

“I’m saying that like a joke. See it’s like time moved forward so fast that we don’t know what season we’re on anymore like we stopped watching the show and then we lost track of the plot OK? And I am I am lost I don’t know what’s going on.” says the Gen. Z woman.

“It’s not a television show it’s real life you idiot! But don’t worry OK don’t worry princess! Like…isn’t that what women like to be called nowadays? Wagner! Wagner is going to take care of everything. Wagner is probably a really nice German man who is going to take care of the entire situation for the US because he understands us so don’t worry.” says JFK.

“Wagner? Do you control Wagner?!” asks the Gen. Z woman.

“No. We’ve never met. Maybe someday. I’m between relationships.” says JFK.

“But if you don’t control Wagner how will we ever win in Russia?!” she asks.

“It’s…not like that. Just give it time!” says JFK.

“But we paid you $6 billion Dollars to control Wagner!” says the woman. “Right now!”

“I’ve never met him!” yells JFK.

“Him?!? Who?! JFK?!” asks the woman.

“No! Wagner!” yells JFK.

“Who is Wagner?” asks the woman.

“The leader of Russia?”asks JFK.

“Wait! You’re saying Wagner the composer?!?” she asks.

“No. They have the same name!” says JFK.

“Oh! Are they married!?! Like he’s a ghost?!” asks the woman.

“Yes!! I’m a ghost!” yells JFK.

“So…Prigozhin is married to Richard Wagner’s ghost?” asks the woman.

“Maybe? I don’t know Prigozhin.” says JFK.

“I hear you man! I hear you!” she says empathizing.

They think.

“They have…a lot to learn.” says the woman. “Love is love!”

“Yeah! And Wagner understands that!” says JFK.

“Awww!! Does he?!? Aww! I love it! I love that for you! Love you!” she says.

“I don’t know you…but I love you too, I guess!” says JFK in mild irritation.

What is love? Is it good sex? No? How do you have good sex? What is sex?

Love isn’t ever simple, stupid. I hate those insipid, abrasive signs. And that isn’t about pro or against. It’s just obnoxious. If anything it makes me feel suspicious of the entire community and the whole world. Who celebrates that level of idiocy?

“Fuck you!” yells a female Boomer at Lacey.

“Horseshit!” says a Millennial woman about Lacey.

“Why are you angry?” asks Scott.

“Oh my god! Are you F. Scott Fitzgerald?!?”asks the Boomer, starstruck.

“Yes! Answer the question!” he says.

“What question?!?” she asks.

“You’re angry at Lacey?” he asks.

“Oh. Well…she’s so passé. Who mocks a pretty sign that signifies true love? It’s so obvious she’s a bitter old piece of festering shit!” says the Boomer.

“Why would you assume she’s an idiot?” asks Scott.

“Because she’s pretty? Like…ugly pretty.” says the Boomer.

“You misunderstood.” says Zelda.

More later.

“Turns out Lacey was raised by parents who probably didn’t love her, but they were stuffy and in their stuffiness they cared and so she clung to that stuffiness because it was the only thing she had and she became very conservative. Otherwise, she was feral. Not feral in a white trash sort of way, but feral in a very real sense.

She didn’t know that she was beautiful. She knew she was smart. And so she was intimidated by all the pretty girls who hated her at school. Some of them thought she was a lesbian even though she wasn’t because of how feral she was, and how intimidated she was by them in their psychological state of being loved and free. …And probably because of how smart she was.

She would’ve been a slut in reaction to all of that except for the fact that most boys couldn’t figure out that she had capability to be easy. But also she loved God and she believed fervently in true love. So despite her abilities and her feral upbringing, her stuffiness, her stalwart love for Christ, and her deeply romantic nature, led her to be a virgin at age 24 never having even been kissed.

But in person Lacey looks like models did in the 1980’s in photos except in real life as the camera makes you gain 10 pounds. Right? She looks like a model who was very beautiful in the 1980’s who gained 10 pounds on camera. In person.

When that prophetic charismatic man, who believed the world was going to turn into mush when the Titanic hit an iceberg symbolically speaking, that Lacey was repressed but wild at heart, he was mistaken. She was wild in how she was being raised not at heart. I guess you could say she was wild in a way but she’s a very obedient and loving person and it’s doubtful that she would break the rules if she didn’t think there was just cause. Which is different than a rebellious person. She’s more someone who has a tendency towards a ferocious amount of diffidence, but chooses to maintain society for the cause of the greater good should the cause of the greater good be being properly respected and maintained within the status quo.

Mr. blue thought that they had something in common in their childhood, but Lacey‘s family is old money his isn’t at least not to that degree and she’s a very different person than him in general. He was not raised by antagonistic but subtextually posh feral parenting like Lacey was.” says Lem.

A moment later.

“I hate my school. I absolutely hate it!” Lem would have said to Lacey.

“Oh, I suppose you don’t like wearing a tie or something or what is it?” asks Lacey, unimpressed, secretly challenging him.

He smiles, almost flirtatiously. “No it’s not that stupid.” he says. “No, I’m pretty sure they’re all liars. Liars who lord their power over us.”

“Oh! Like evil criminals.” says Lacey.

He thinks. “Yeah!”

“Well…they serve a purpose though.” says Lacey.

He scowls. “What purpose?!?”

“To subject rich kids to evil before they become disillusioned by war.” she says.

He makes a funny face. “That’s…morbid!”

“Life is vicious!” says Lacey.

He laughs. “But then they’d be evil. And we should fight back against them.”

“Why?! You can’t dismantle all of western society.” says Lacey.

“Yeah okay.” he says.

“Well…what did you have in mind?” asks Lacey.

He thinks. “Wanna kiss?”

“To fight the evil in western society?” asks Lacey.

“Yes! Just between us!” he says.

“They don’t care. They’re mindless fools. …But…I’ll kiss you because I might love you.” says Lacey.

“Alright.” he says.

They stare at each other and then he kisses her. And so they fight evil.

Khachaturian’s Spartacus: Adagio of Spartacus and Phrygia plays.

“When was the first time you heard that song?” asks Casi.

“When I was ten?” wonders Lacey. “I had a viola teacher tell me once I could play for the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra if I really practiced. It was both an insult and a compliment.”

“You’re not who I thought you were.” says Casi.

“Who did you think I was?” asks Lacey.

“A sexually repressed, working class origin, well educated, well married…very naturally pretty…Republican twat.” says Casi.

“Let’s see. I’m extremely beautiful apparently. I wasn’t a Republican. …I married alright, I guess, by the standards of my born social class…but not fabulously well. I’m very intelligent and curious but only decently educated formally. I was more just raised well. …And I’m a diehard Christian and romantic but I’m definitely not sexually repressed.” says Lacey.

Casi smiles. “So you’re not sexually repressed?!

“No. That doesn’t mean I’m queer.” says Lacey.

“Then why don’t you dress more sexy?!?” asks Casi.

“I don’t like the attention.” says Lacey.

“Who noticed you?” asks Casi.

“Before I dressed so uptight? Old Boomer men.” says Lacey.

“Not like Michael’s generation? Like…Boomers like Epstein?” asks Casi.

“No, Michael isn’t confused. …And yes. They hated my sexuality.” says Lacey. “I think they noticed it out of petty spite.”

“I wonder if you’re right… …What irritates them about it?” asks Casi.

“I’m straight…but hyper feminine.” says Lacey questioningly.

“Why the question?” asks Casi.

“Because I’m not sure if that’s why. That’s just a guess.” says Lacey.

“I think that makes sense.” says Casi.

“Yeah, I suppose it’s possible.” says Lacey.

More later.

If Lacey got her inheritance today this might be her house.

“Could I sue you? Legally speaking.” asks Casi.

“No. Who are you?” asks Lacey.

“The woman in the photos.” says Casi.

“Are you?” asks Lacey.

“You said that was me.” says Casi.

“Her name is Casi. And she hates me. She declared it publicly in her presumably deleted account.” says Lacey.

“Do you have screenshots?” asks Casi.

“Some.” says Lacey.

“Great. You have screenshots of my hateful text message too. Don’t you.” asks Casi.

“Who’s? Your’s? You texted me?” asks Lacey.

“Yes!” she says in irritation.

“When?!” asks Lacey.

“Like…five years ago!” says Casi.

“That’s around when the lady in the photos named Casi sent me a hateful unresponded to text. Yes. She was blocked online at that point and then she texted me to have a last word edgewise.”

“That was me!” says Casi.

“Are you sure?” asks Lacey.

“Yeah!” says Casi.

“Are you the woman in the photos?” asks Lacey.

“Duh! Why wouldn’t I be?!?” asks Casi.

“What if Casi is a code name for Mr. Blue’s mistress from Yale?” asks Lacey.

“You think I’m smart enough to go to Yale?!?” asks Casi.

“Are you? Are you?!” asks Lacey.

“No.”

“Well…who are you?” asks Lacey.

“Casi.” says Casi.

“Right. But who are you?” asks Lacey.

“I’m a woman named Casi!” says Casi.

“And I talk to you. But who are you really?!?” asks Lacey.

“She’s the leader of Russia.” says Lem.

“Reincarnated? Not right now.” says Lacey.

“No. I went to Yale!” says Casi.

“And married Chris McAbdees?” asks Lacey.

“She doesn’t know me!” says Chris.

“Actually Casi probably did marry a man named Chris. Poor sap.” says Lacey.

More later.

More tomorrow.