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Mar. 9th, 2019 10:57 amIt hadn't been difficult, just like I said.
Only a week after first meeting Lisbeth, I was heading out of the Home to see her again, Tim's cell phone nestled safely in my jacket pocket. Lifting it had been easy, mostly because I had spent a few days watching his habits and discovered his tendency to leave his phone on whatever flat surface was handy, especially when one of the girls had drawn his attention. Sometimes hours later I would see him patting down his pockets and rushing around the Home looking for where he'd left it and this worked well in my favour.
I had the phone now. I didn't really understand what Lisbeth was going to do with it, but since I knew she was going to be helping me, I also didn't really find myself worried about understanding the details. My mother had once told me it took a self-aware person to recognize the strength in others and to let them help you. It was one of the few memories I had of my mother and I wanted to make her proud.
We were meeting at a coffee shop a few blocks from the Home. I still didn't drink coffee and thought it rather vile, but I knew a lot of kids went to this particular shop and it wouldn't look out of the ordinary for me to be there. So I picked a seat not too close to the windows, but not hidden away in the back either.
If I saw anyone from school and they asked what I was doing, I already had a story prepared. In history class, we had been tasked with the assignment of doing a biography on someone we found interesting. I was going to tell them I was interviewing Lisbeth and only part of that would be a lie. I did find her very interesting.
Only a week after first meeting Lisbeth, I was heading out of the Home to see her again, Tim's cell phone nestled safely in my jacket pocket. Lifting it had been easy, mostly because I had spent a few days watching his habits and discovered his tendency to leave his phone on whatever flat surface was handy, especially when one of the girls had drawn his attention. Sometimes hours later I would see him patting down his pockets and rushing around the Home looking for where he'd left it and this worked well in my favour.
I had the phone now. I didn't really understand what Lisbeth was going to do with it, but since I knew she was going to be helping me, I also didn't really find myself worried about understanding the details. My mother had once told me it took a self-aware person to recognize the strength in others and to let them help you. It was one of the few memories I had of my mother and I wanted to make her proud.
We were meeting at a coffee shop a few blocks from the Home. I still didn't drink coffee and thought it rather vile, but I knew a lot of kids went to this particular shop and it wouldn't look out of the ordinary for me to be there. So I picked a seat not too close to the windows, but not hidden away in the back either.
If I saw anyone from school and they asked what I was doing, I already had a story prepared. In history class, we had been tasked with the assignment of doing a biography on someone we found interesting. I was going to tell them I was interviewing Lisbeth and only part of that would be a lie. I did find her very interesting.
