the same place everywhere and every time.
“Can you go over your normal schedule? I don’t mean to pry or intrude but I’d like to establish how this could happen considering you didn’t even know. I hope I can discern something from the details.” Jack put his hands together all business-like, as if it were an interview they were doing.
“It’s pretty boring. I go to school every day. On Tuesdays, I visit my therapist Mauve and Wednesdays I typically work at a food bank. Honestly though, I skipped today because I wanted to come here instead. On my free days, I go around to different places and do different things. I go to the movies sometimes, visit book stores, coffee shops, amusement parks. I have a dog. Her name is Maxine. She’s a toy poodle and I take her to any outdoorsy places that allow pets. I don’t really take her to the dog park though because there are much bigger dogs who aren’t always nice to little lap dogs. There isn’t any pattern to any of that. I do what I feel like doing.” Norah explained. “I don’t hang out with other people and the only person I see regularly besides people at school is my therapist.”
“What do you eat? Is there anything you eat every day? Maybe something someone gives you as a gift?” Jack seemed to be staring at her chest but she could tell his eyes were unfocused rather than checking her boobs out and he was listening to what she was saying with great attention.
“Not really. I make my own food mostly. I’m not exactly a vegetarian but I don’t really eat meat so it’s easier to just make my own food rather than pick out the meat from dishes. I don’t really eat breakfast. Sometimes I stop for coffee on the way to school. I don’t have a favorite shop. It’s wherever the line looks smallest. Lunch is whatever I bring or if I stop for coffee, whatever I buy. Dinner is something at home that I make or any restaurant I go to. I take daily vitamins and I have a prescription for anxiety.” The waiter brought over her dinner and she took a hearty big bite, offering some to Jack who waived it off.
“I can’t be certain but I think either your vitamin or your prescription is the common denominator here. They are the only constants as far as I can tell. I would like to see them and figure out which it is. Learning which one would tell us more about who has been potentially feeding you blood.” He paid no heed to Norah dropping her fork and spilling rice everywhere.
“So I’m definitely being fed blood? That’s how there is a mark on me?” Wiping up the rice with a napkin, Norah wanted to go off on Jack for being so mysterious sounding. “I have a couple of questions of my own, Jack. How do you know all of this? How can I be sure you aren’t some crazy person who is having a psychotic break or a bad person who is just pulling my chain?” Clearly thinking over Norah’s words, Jack took a few moments.
“Essentially you don’t. But I know that even if you had no clue what was going on, you sensed something off about my- for lack of a better word- family. Dawn is a cruel man. He’s narcissistic and sadistic. He’s the type to eat you up and spit you out without any warning. If you didn’t have that marking, I’m not sure what would have happened to you.” Jack’s eyes were narrowed and focused on her own. Norah didn’t know why she did but she believed him. She chalked it up to his no-nonsense attitude.
“I guess my next question then is, what does this mark really mean? If you figure out which one contains the blood, why am I being fed blood? Why can you smell it but I can’t? I don’t think my sense of smell is all that worse than someone else’s.” Norah tried to not let her frustration cloud her reasoning. She put the fact that it was unbelievably cryptic to the back of her mind for now.
“I can’t answer everything. I had hoped you would know the answers to your own questions but I can tell you don’t. Your sense of smell is