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 Message: 36898137, 46 lines
 Imported: 8:08pm EDT, Mon Jul 11/94
 Subject: heather 51
 To: Kris Fazzari, thari@umich.edu
 From: seddy@maniac.us.itd.umich.edu
 
 				SESSION 51
 
 	This was not how it was supposed to happen;  not at all.  Mary is
 behaving in a most un-Mary-like manner, acting as though a three month
 absence were tragic. She answered the phone quickly, seemingly expecting
 me to call (which I have never done before), and, pausing only to finish
 what she'd begun, ran over to meet me.  This is not the Mary with which I
 am familiar.  Could it be that she's grown affectionate?  I would suspect
 that she had been replaced, but I do not for one moment believe that what
 ensued on her arrival is imitable.  Still, she has roused my suspicions,
 and I shall have to watch her.
 	My intent, of course, was to break off our more intimate
 relations, if only due to the presence of Emer (who undoubtedly reports my
 every action directly to her father).  This I supposed would matter very
 little to Mary.  Three months I judged to be sufficient time for her to
 grow bored with the thought of me, and she had always behaved as though
 she expected this to be a brief bit of excitement.  There was never any
 indication that she was capable of becoming attached, certainly not to
 this extent.  I shall keep alert, but I see no rational cause for my
 uneasiness.
 	That is, aside from the large amount of wine which she managed to
 force down me.  Hmn.
 	Emer handled the revelation rather better than did I, she having
 the advantage of not being the party having been caught waking up.  Not
 how I would have wished to inform her, but she knows her mother's ruttish
 ways, so I suppose it was no great shock.  She is capable of an
 astonishing emotionlessness.  Once she planted a barb of guilt under my
 naked flesh, she seemed to forget about it. She even made breakfast, which
 meal was better than Castle fare, though not yet as sinful as Mandor's.  I
 wonder if I shouldn't enroll her in some school or other.  I don't relish
 the thought of her observing me so dispassionately while she waits for
 Eris to get out of class.  Maybe I could convince her to go stare at
 people on the street instead...
 	Driscoll discussed with me last night how we shall go about
 releasing the album, though I haven't heard from him today.  That's
 alright;  it gave me time to plant suspicions in Merlin's mind.  I am
 almost embarrassed to use him in this way, as it is far too simple, but he
 is not one to put his full effort into honest work.  The only way to
 ensure his complete attention in this matter was to hint that he may not
 know something and insist that it's not important.  We shall undoubtedly
 see some results shortly.  It was adorable how certain he was that his
 Ghostwheel would bridge the gap, as it "doesn't rely on Pattern energy." 
 He'll learn soon enough.
 	In the meantime, I had best refamiliarize myself with the Net.  I
 shall have to abuse its resources extensively before this is over.