"Bah! Ha-ha... ah!"
This was Olmo the Madman, nicknamed the Laughing Kookaburra, who had just found a lighter tossed on the roadside.
Across the street, Sophie froze in terror, paralyzed by Olmo's pang, she missed the green light.
She got completely flustered — and as always, she lost control.
Instead of the supermarket, she ended up hiding in the bathroom, There, she reprimanded herself at length, and now recharges her spirits with a glass of milk.
Her father, Bob Riley, a famous former radio host, enters, wheeling himself in.
Sophie, did you get my stomach medicine?" he calls out.
"Sorry, Dad, I took the bus to the seventh station," she responds, dipping a biscuit in the milk.
"It's okay. Actually, it doesn't even hurt anymore," he says.
He pulls a frozen hairdryer from the refrigerator, then turns around. "Sophie. What happened! Was it another episode?"
"No, no. It's nothing, Dad, don't worry," she recovers.
"Ah, sweetheart, I worry every time you say that," he replies. "But alright, since you're here, let's have some eggs!"
"Actually, Dad, I forgot that too," she apologizes, knitting her brows.
"Wonderful," Bob says. "Then let's go out and fill our bellies outside, I hate being here all the time."
A smiling piece of biscuit slips into her gullet, and a sweet echo bounces from within: "I feel a strong desire to hug you, Bob."
He opens his arms wide, trying to rise from his seat.
He shouts enthusiastically, "That's the spirit! Come to me, Radagast’s Kitten!"
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"Let's make something clear, Sophie. You decided to stop taking Xanax because it causes you to sweat!" Dr. Emilia Baxter, the psychologist, asks, rubbing her forehead.
"I... Bob told me that I had to face my fears, he said I didn't need the medication."
"We talked about that," Dr. Emilia says.
"First, sweating is a natural process the body does, Sophie. It isn't an indicator of a coming attack by any means. As for your fears, facing them is certainly part of the healing journey, but..."
She makes a note, then continues, "Until we reach that stage, taking the medication is necessary, and it isn't your father who decides otherwise."
"Also," she adds. "If you want to face them, you must start by trusting yourself and stop using Bob as a protective shield."
"Alright Doctor. I will make sure of it. I promise," Sophie replies, sweat dangling from her chin.
"What about the insomnia and nightmares you were having?" the Doctor asks after making another note.
"They stopped," Sophie says. "Since I started taking three drops of Cipralex as you prescribed."
"Six drops, Sophie, I prescribed six drops," the Doctor retorts.
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The six o'clock news on regional radio is about to begin.
Sophie, who is preparing a report on international trade relations, seems distracted with something else! She hungrily devours blank pages, with a pen half-eaten from her gnawing.
Gaia notices and gets up, holding a flash drive. "Ooooh," she calls out, "the damn printer is stuck again."
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"Clear the print queue," Sophie replies
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"I did that," she says, bending down to check the wire connector. "Aaaah... a lizard!" she cries out and jumps into the air, then runs towards a broom.
Sophie follows her: "Where is it? Don't kill it."
"What! It's a toy, you deceiver." Sophie calls out, holding a green plastic lizard.
She turns around and notices Gaia snatching her notebook and fleeing like a macaque monkey. "Put it back, you wretched thing," Sophie yells, chasing her.
"Today, we will discover the identity of the Prince of Darkness you are corresponding with," she replies, closing the bathroom door on herself. Sophie knocks on it several times to no avail.
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"Wow, what is this?" Gaia exclaims.
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Gaia emerges moments later, flipping through the pages. "This is truly impressive. Girl, you have an imagination as fertile as the chernozem plains."
Sophie snatches it from her hand, "Leave that, you sweet-talking thief."
"You know I never flatter," replies Gaia. "But you..." She places her hand on Sophie's forehead, like a saint bestowing blessings. "You actually have a beautiful voice. When did you start writing?"
"About a month ago," Sophie says. "My therapist recommended it, said it helps control my anxieties."
"No, no, no!" Gaia interjects. "I'm the one who suggested it, since the first time we met."
She sits down and adds. "I'm not a great artist yet. Ahem... But I am an artist at spotting exceptional talent. I sensed it the moment you walked through that door," she points. "And you were wearing black Vans, long socks, with a denim skirt covered by a baggy green hoodie, and your chick-face was barely visible."
"Yes, I remember that day," Chad, who is sitting next to them, interrupts her. "You said: Where's that girl's head at that time."
Gaia throws a paper cup at him: "Shut up you donut, I swear I pity the poor chair you ride like a circus elephant."
She swivels her chair like a radar scanning the horizon. "What was I going to say… Yes, Sophie, I need a favor from you."
Sophie approaches her. "Sorry Gaia, I can't cover for you on Friday, I have a lecture."
"Huh!" Gaia pauses. "How did you know what I was going to say?" she asks, squinting. "Or did you steal my magic powers?"
"Witch! I was sure you were hiding something behind that innocent facade!" She shows off like a defense attorney, then jumps in front of her and whispers "Please Sophie, just this once."
Sophie moves her tongue "Gaaa..."
She precedes her by saying "Please, I beg you."
She grabs her by the hands. "Are you going to let your comrade drown, for those silly Sanskrit lessons!"
"It's Portuguese." she corrects her.
"Yes, right" Gaia says, taking off her shoe and kneeling on the ground.
"Why are you doing this to me!" Sophie comments annoyedly.
"I will be your loyal servant forever." she replies to her.
Sophie finally gives in reluctantly "Alright, this is the last time. Get up now."
Gaia rises, unleashing her throat: "Yesss, yesss, yesss." She kisses Sophie on the mouth, Sophie pushes her away and wipes off her saliva.
She heads barefoot to the center of the hallway, holding a microphone "Attention please" she raises her index finger in the sky, swivels her waist like a ring, then starts dancing and singing.
She bends down until her head reaches her knees, and swoops like a launched spear. She sings:
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"Whoa whoa, whoa whoa come come, come come whoa whoa, whoa whoa Ride me bb"
She pulls her hair from behind like a cowboy, taming a wild horse, advancing in dancing steps mimic the elephant's walk gesture.
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"Whoa whoa, whoa whoa come come, come come whoa whoa, whoa whoa Lay me down"
Sophie, smiling, moves her feet in harmony with the show. Chad gets up "It's my turn" he says, taking off his shirt and lying on the ground. She climbs on top of him and continues singing.
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"Whoa whoa, whoa whoa come come, come come whoa whoa, whoa whoa Grind me so hard"
She stomps on Chad's stomach, jumps and moves undulating towards Sophie.
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"Whoa whoa.."
Cassandra takes off her headphones and looks over the glass of her booth, calling to Gaia: "Stop it, I'm on the air, you whore!"
"That was a normal day at Radio East Coast...What! Who said that? Report! Report! There's a spy in the barrack..over."
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It's Mark speaking, the sports presenter, his hobby is imitating voices.
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and then Add to home screen.