User:Chnou/sandbox

In October of the year 1987, I was in a medical clinic in Montreal working as a medical representative. As usual, I was waiting to see a doctor when another medical representative walked in and sat in front of me. I remember her staring at me and telling me that she had already seen 10 doctors since early that morning. It was only 10 am so that the likelihood of having seen so many doctors was very unlikely. She had a strange look about her. Her smile was crooked and her eyes were piercing. She seemed impatient to leave the clinic, and after leaving samples at the front desk, she left me her business card. One month later, I crossed her leaving another clinic, but she was in her car and we only looked at each other and we both went on our separate ways. Two days later I received a phone call from her. How she got my number, I do not know. Had she picked up my card off a receptionist or from the medical representative book. She told on the phone that there was a supper for the medical reps at such a restaurant and I told her that I would be there. That evening I invited my friend to come with me. I preferred going with him then being with her. After two hours, the supper was almost ended when she walked into the restaurant. She hurried to my table and mentioned that she had gone through five red lights. Each time she honked her car to avoid cars from hitting her. Her behavior was eratic and she spoke quickly about how she got there. My friend and I left the restaurant and went to a bar. Seeing us leaving she followed us and entered the bar. She came up to me and started talking about her day. After 15-20 minutes, my friend came up to me and ask me why I had abandoned him. He told me that a good friend was always more important than an unknown person. It was strange since to this day, I feel that he was warning me of something terrible which would take place. How wrong I was not to pay heed to his advice that night. On December 17, 1977, I received a phone call from her inviting me to a Christmas party at a doctor's clinic in Montreal. Upon arriving there, I went downstairs to meet friend who had bought the cake and champagne for the party. She suddenly arrived and ask me to follow her. She walked upstairs and showed me a photo of her daughter. She then proceeded to place the photo in my coat pocket, telling me the girl in the picture was now my daughter.