I guess I can just call them. Proclaim temporary insanity. Tell them everything. Present e-v-e-r-y little detail.
Tell them I was desperate.
Short of money.
Tell them there`s a fine line between madness and brilliancy.
Everyone knows.
Or maybe I should use my business- voice. Be dead serious. No laughing, whatsoever. And really, there`s nothing funny about it. And I`ll ask, rather casually, about right-of- withdrawal- forms. Well…, I think there`s supposed to be some forms, right? A two- week period or something. Ring any bells, does it?
Also, I`m doing this within the most reasonable time- frame. Clearly.
What a good girl.
Such a treat having customers like this.
These organized and together people.
Everything done deliberately.
Consciously.
I can do that. Absolutely. I`ve done it before.
I know that game.
A few well- chosen words, while my heart is beating fast. Heartbeat no one will register.
Supposing women like this don`t really need cooling- off a contract, they`ll see right through me.
Maybe I should go see the doctor anyway.
Act hysterical.
Get a medical certificate stating that I used every penny, – on dresses.
It`s hardly normal.
Even I would proscribe certificates, then.
If I`m lucky, female hysteria as a diagnosis still exists.
«Hysterical woman lost it
–bought a great amount of dresses”
I can easily picture it. And really, this was what happened.
Evidently, this will happen next; medical certificate and express post to Zalando.
And a short stay at a spa.
I break out in a cold sweat just thinking about it. My Toyota Corolla rebirth into a pile of tulle. No, I didn`t see it coming. However, it was some great tulle. Beautiful colors and everything.
I mean, if not. It will always work out, one way or the other. Then, if I have to, I`ll have a go with markers and posters then. No worries.
«DRESSES, OVER HERE!!».
All over the neighbourhood.
Arrows on the ground.
In the grass.
On sidewalks.
This way. That way.
Don`t give up, you`re almost there!
I`m sure it will work out just fine.
All I have to do is tell my mum I exaggerated. When I wrote that half the amount was spent on dresses. I`ll tell her it was an exaggeration, solemnly done for the sake of art.
Obviously.
I mean. Give me a break.
I`m not a complete fuckup.