Free A Portal to Leya by Elizabeth Brown Page A

lunch on Saturday.
    @susanne busy sorry.
    Heather Wow!I do believe we are all interconnected, Lance. But I’m still trying to
grasp your wave concept. Do think there is no higher power like God or the
other guy (ykw) that influences what we think and what we do? Is it all about
this energy that emanates off objects and people? Also, I’m not sure what you
mean by Leya being with you. Please explain.
    Jabberwocky9 My
girlfriend and I always complete each other’s sentences. I can tell when she is
going to call before she calls because I get a sense. My sense now is that you
need to listen to your mom and your dr.
    Anonymous CHILLyou are headed for a stayin a psych ward.
    @heather
of course there is a grand design that exists, some mysterious and divine
origin. So, yes, I believe in God. Better to err on the side of caution when it
comes to matters of God.
    THE
TALK
    I barely slept. I skipped breakfast. I don’t eat
much anymore. I mean I really just don’t eat. Food is superfluous. Leya feeds e
words.  I can go without food. Gandhi did it. I can too. I looked across the
street and Leya’s blind was actually Leya in her bedroom window. I kept staring
and suddenly she appeared. She was looking straight at me. I waved. I think she
was giving me the thumbs up to talk to Trudy. In fact, I know it. Here’s why: I
saw Trudy at 7:05 a.m., the same time Mrs. Green found Leya’s body. I think
it’s significant. She looked over at me and sped up. I walked faster. She was
smoking her brown sticks.
    “Is that a cigar,” I shouted after her.
    “Pardon?”
    “Are you smoking cigars?”
    “No, it’s a cigarette.”
    “Why do you smoke that kind?”
    “I like the flavor and it's cheaper.”
    “What is the flavor?”
    “Cherry. Richmond.”
    “Yummy…but really you need to tell someone.”
    “But really you should stop harassing me.”
    “I’m not a stalker. Why did you call me a stalker?”
    “I didn’t call you a stalker. I said you were
harassing me.”
    “Not now but before you did. At the grocery store,
remember?”
    “No, I can’t say I do. I don’t even remember what I
said this morning let alone a couple days ago.”
    “Okay, okay. Hey, I
really just wanted to say thanks for helping me the other day.”
    “Sure. No problem,
dude. You were wacked out a bit there. What happened? Did you swallow the wrong
meds?”
    “Ha, funny, but for
real do you think you will go to the police soon?”
    “Christ, you really
know how to turn a nice conversation into shit.”
    “Well, are you going to
go or not?”
    “Hold on there, dude.
You’re not gonna freak out on me are you? I just can’t take it right now,
please, not this early in the morning.”
    “No. I’m not. I just need to know that’s
all.”
    “Well, I don’t know. So how’s that?”
    She turned away. I wanted
to ask her about Neal. But she was too fast. I yelled, goodbye. She raised her
arm up without turning around. That’s the way she does it. Her Richmonds hung
in the air, cherry, a nice burnt cherry smell. I liked it.
    I think I really like Trudy Markus. She is so
different from Leya. Leya was tactful and reserved. Trudy gets to the point and
she’s what one might refer to as blunt. She doesn’t like small talk. I don’t
either. I don’t think she likes too many people, especially fake ones. Leya
liked pretty much everyone. I'm not a big fan of people either. I tend to like
people more if they have something to offer me. Otherwise, I don’t feel the
need to be with my peers. I'm thinking I could hang out with Trudy. It gets my
mind off Leya.
    pm
    I
saw Leya again.  This time she was standing by the shed. She had on her green
sweatshirt, the one she wore on the day of the dance. But, I didn't see Trudy
It was 3:15 and I waited to see her walking home. I was feeling good, and now
I’m feeling strange like something is missing or gone awry. My moods are
unpredictable. But, it’s Christmas break and that means I have to wait to see
Trudy.