I don't know how to describe her.
She helps people.
She runs a homeless shelter, though if you looked at her you'd think she belonged in it herself. I don't know exactly how old she is, but she says she's around one hundred and ten. She says that every year, too - I've known her for at least nine years and she's always said she's around one hundred and ten.
Mother Goose is my grandmother.
Or maybe it would be more accurate to say she's my godmother? How I'm connected to her I never really bothered figuring out. I only knew her for a few months in college before I was finished and moved out with
That's going well.
After that I managed to talk to her over the phone or through email sometimes, but after the Creature invaded my life I gave up on everything else besides getting
Sometimes I don't eat for weeks. It's never even slowed me down.
Actually I'm still squatting in the parking lot of that same hotel, because Mother Goose told me she'd need some time before she could get what I wanted, and it's been, what, two weeks since she said that? I needed her special talents. She calls her self an alchemist; her friends say she's a chemist, and I say she has what I need. I don't mean lead into gold or anything like that, no, Mother Goose whips up these...concoctions that affect your emotions. She can wipe away fear or erase regret, if only for a short time. I didn't need either of those. What I need is to remove any rational thought.
She sounds like a drug dealer, but it's more complicated than that, and not illegal, as far as the fact that she hasn't been stopped or even confronted yet. As far as she or I can tell there's no side effects of her - of her potions, I guess. If I'm going to go after
Maybe I got lucky in my choice of middle school extra-curriculars, but I know good meditation techniques. I know the standard stuff you'd find in any cheap back-of-the-store pharmacy book, but I also know one or two tricks that can...make me forget. And the most difficult part about a plan like this is remembering how idiotic it is. There's at least two levels of idiocy here; the idiocy of my plan to deal with
God, I'm such an idiot.