RURM05 (Apr 16, 1996)
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RECEIPT #005
FILED UNDER: DINER-RURM
DATE: 4/16/96
EMPLOYEE #35
Gross. Cool. But gross. Mr. Cox’s special treatment seems to have cleared up all of my parents’ lingering Canadian Conjunctivitis. And, bonus, they’re back to their usual apathetic wish-they-didn’t-have-a-kid selves. It sounds worse than it is when I write it out… but seeing as I’m writing this receipt in the Cafe again, I’m viewing it as only a net positive. Besides, I’m way more used to being a latchkey kid than a POW. It’s not even that much of a change, anyway. Under Mrs. Aka’s influence, they only seemed to notice me when I was trying to leave… and now they’re just back to not noticing me.
I have poked and prodded a bit to see what, if anything, my parents remember about Mrs. Aka, but it seems like they’re drawing blanks. Still, #71 made a good point. Aka’s whole “game” is letting you think you’ve won when you really haven’t. Not only that, but Mrs. Aka’s BFF (by legally binding contract), Mrs. Umbra, is also known for her love of hiding in the shadows, waiting for us to make a mistake. As such… Well… I don’t know. Maybe it’s not a great idea… but… what if I just stayed in the Cafe?
I mean, it’s not that I’m scared of staying at my house or anything. But it’d probably be good to have someone else working the night shift. And it’s not like I’d be alone either. The Owner is usually here 24/7, albeit he’s locked up in his office. It could be nice to have someone who isn’t behind three-feet of reinforced lead-lined concrete. If something were to happen outside of his office, I doubt he’d even notice until he eventually emerged. Plus, there’s that closet in the back that I could probably make into a sort of makeshift room?