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       "You probably know the boy behind me":    I said to her in a friendly way: as I sat her down
in the chair opposite me: "yes: he is your darling - sorry I had to arrange him a little: to create
a favorable atmosphere for our upcoming discussion: but so far he has no serious injury: and if you
cooperate with me honestly: it will stay that way. Do you understand?" 
       She nodded stiffly twice: and two shiny rivulets rolled down her face:       she pressed the
fingers of her right hand hard in her left palm: and breathed quickly and regularly       - she was
terrified: but also angry and determined:  "Very well." - I imaginary patted my considerably ragged
shoulders and continued aloud:
       "Ok. The main reason why we are sitting here is: that tomorrow at this time:       I will be
flying in land c in the form of a genie: and now we are figuring out together how it happened. I am
convinced that we will succeed by seven in the morning.  Then you will wash: you will change and go
to work to prepare our plan          - during that time I will take the darling in the trunk of his
beautiful car somewhere to a nice mysterious place: where he will obediently wait for you - as soon
as my transfer takes place I will inform you of his parking location. Simple."
       Simple - but we didn't get very far for the first three hours:     we were very disturbed by
man's moaning in the background: I couldn't afford to solve it with quick violence:       because I
needed her creative hope alive:        and so I only stoically imagined a thousand ways of breaking
his veined neck. Then: when he passed out again around two in the morning:     I managed to get her
to focus: and shortly before the morning engines started to sound:   we had the first decent viable
plan.
       I brought her a notebook from the library and asked her to go over it again with pen:    and
while she was drawing rectangles and arrows: I looked again at her watch.   Apart from being really
tiresomely eccentric: it was also very worn:  the strap had a greasy grayish-yellow coating and was
frayed in several places. I realized that the entire interior was furnished similarly  - no catalog
sets: no modern tuning and combinations - just old originals smoothed and personalized by long-term
use.
      "I get it:" I said to myself complacently.