Just answer no . . . just answer no . . .
Cindy C.
cindysphynx at comcast.net
Tue Oct 29 16:06:17 UTC 2002
The oak door opened abruptly, bouncing hard off something blocking
its path. "Is someone out there?" a raspy voice demanded.
"Yes . . . ," Cindy said faintly, "down here. It's . . . it's me,
Mr. Mulciber. I -- I've been trying to get your attention, sir."
"Why didn't you just *knock?* And what are you doing lying outside
my office? Get *up,* for heaven's sake!" He narrowed his eyes
suspiciously at the neatly folded parchment in Cindy's hand. "You
were going to slide that under my door, weren't you?"
"NO! No, no, no!" Cindy said quickly, hauling herself up from the
tile floor. "I was going to give it to you, I swear! I - I was
going to knock - I was -- but I seem to be having some shooting
pains and numbness in my fingers and wrists, sir. From all the
typing, you see. They feel a little better when I press them
against something really cold like the floor here, so I --"
"Stop wasting my time!" Mulciber broke in, his arms folded over his
chest, his eyes boring into Cindy. "What do you want?"
"I - I wanted to give you my message block. 34,001-35,000, sir."
Cindy said proudly. "It's all there. You can count it yourself, if
you like."
There was a tense silence as Mulciber studied the
parchment. "Excellent!" he declared, beaming at Cindy. The green
fluorescent light in the hall glinted off a single gold tooth in his
upper jaw. "You'll be starting to work on another message block
straight away then, am I right?"
"Uh . . . " Cindy said, taking one tentative step backward. "Well,
sir, I was just going to talk to you about that. You *know* how I
love doing message blocks, really, I do. But just between you and
me, sir, I'm totally *beat.* I mean like -- *Whew!* As much as I'd
*love* to start another one, I could really use a teensy little
break. I'm sure you understand. It's nothing personal, honestly.
I think I'll go home and have myself a bit of a lie in, as you
British folks like to say. I've always really liked that
phrase 'lie in' - it's so very proper and British and all -- 'lie
in,' yes. Really, it's been *great* working with you, Mr. Mulciber,
and I'll see you in -"
"IMPERIO!"
And Cindy felt, for the third but actually only the second time in
her life, the sensation that her mind had been wiped of all
thought . . . Ah, it was bliss, not to think, it was as though she
were floating, dreaming . . . . just catalogue messages . . . just
catalogue messages . . . catalogue messages . . .
I will not, said another voice in the back of her head, I won't
catalogue messages . . .
Just catalogue messages . . .
I won't do it, I won't . . .
Just catalogue messages . . .
"I WON'T!"
And these words burst from Cindy's mouth; they echoed through the
hallway, and the dream state was lifted as suddenly as though cold
water had been thrown over her - back rushed the aches that the
cataloguing had left all over her body - backed rushed the
realization of where she was, and what she was facing . . .
"You won't?" said Mulciber quietly. "You won't catalogue? Cindy,
obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you have a lie
in . . . Perhaps another little dose of pain?"
"WHOA!" Cindy exclaimed, her open hands raised in the air. "Did I
just say that out loud? The part about 'I won't?' You want another
message block, sir? Anything you say! You can count on me, Mr.
Mulciber. Coming right up! It's the *least* I can do, don't you
think? How about if I get started on Message Block 39001-40000
right this minute?"
Mulciber grabbed Cindy's shoulders, turned her around, and pushed
her roughly down the hall toward the FAQ group. "I knew I could
count on you, Cindy," he called after her.
***********
Cindy who caught a break in the last 20 posts when lots of people
answered a question about when GoF would come out in paperback
(skip, skip, skip), but who was *nailed* by a Catlady 9-part
combined post in the very last message
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