Out of The Blue



Inbox: Hi J

Hello Suzanne.  How are you doing?  I couldn’t believe it was you when I saw you the other day!  I got the feeling you saw me but perhaps didn’t recognise me?  Anyhow, I hope you don’t mind me contacting you like this.  I don’t have any other way of getting in touch.  When I saw you outside the Kissinger Buildings I figured you might work there so I poked around online for a bit and came across your picture.  Lucky for me they also had your email listed too.  Look – I have to ask…what’s with the name change?  Tell me to mind my own business if you want but I thought we had something good going between us.  I know it was almost two years ago now and that we only saw each other a few times but there was a definite spark and I know you felt it too.  If you want me to leave you alone just say so, there’s no need to change your name and hide away.  Looking forward to hearing from you soon.

Justin x

“Weirdo!” Leah said over Teresa’s shoulder.  “Block him.”

“This isn’t Facebook.  I can’t block him.”

“Just add his email address to the reject list then.  Same thing.”

Teresa’s fingers hovered over the keyboard prompting Leah to give her a funny look.  Why the hesitation?  Didn’t she realise this guy was probably just chancing his arm?  He’d probably sent that message to dozens of women, hoping someone would take the bait.

Beneath her assistant’s scrutiny Teresa flushed a healthy shade of pink.  Maybe it was her age.  Or maybe it was just a touch of envy that had made the word ‘spark’ catch her eye.  What must it be like to have someone desire you on that kind of level?  Justin, whoever he was seemed pretty het up over this mystery woman.

Subconsciously she tugged at the hem of her plaid skirt that fell to a modest level just below her knees.  Leah was right.  Curiosity killed the cat, or so the saying went.

“So, what about funding for the school?  Have we got an actual estimate of how much the project will cost yet?” she said, once she’d deleted the email and added her unwanted admirer’s address to the reject list.

“Nothing definite yet, but they’re thinking in the region of $28,000.  Similar to the one we did in Angola really.”

“Yes, but that was five years ago.  Costs for materials and labour have increased three fold since then.  Get on the phone to Father Brinkman and see if you can expedite things at his end.”


“I need to pop out for some air for a while.  Do you need me to bring you anything back?” Teresa asked.

Leah smiled.  Sometimes her boss didn’t quite seem to get the concept of what an assistant was.

“I should be asking you that,” she pointed out.

Teresa shrugged and pulled on her cardigan.

“Yeah, I know.  But I need a breather.  So…do you want anything?”

“No, I’m good thanks,” replied Leah over her shoulder as she dialled the number for Father Brinkman.

“Ok, I’ll be back just before two.”

A few days later when Teresa was just about to leave the office there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Leah called cheerfully.

The person who entered was hard to make out because their entire upper body was obscured by a huge arrangement of flowers.

“Delivery for Miss Teresa Gomez,” said a man’s voice from somewhere behind the fragrant blooms.

Leah took them from him, casting a doubtful glance at her boss.

“They’re beautiful,” she murmured sniffing them.  But obviously it was a mistake.  They must be meant for someone else.

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, holding out his clipboard.

“What do you make of that?” said Teresa when he had gone.

“I don’t know.”

They both knew what the other was thinking.  That Teresa’s love life was about as lively as a funeral parlour.  It simply didn’t exist.  She only had time for three things in her life; God, work and her three cats.  And maybe the odd bar of chocolate when nobody was looking.  So who had sent her the flowers?

“It must be from one of the orphanages I visited last month,” suggested Teresa.  “Hang on…there’s a card.”

“Ooo…let me see.”

To Leah’s disappointment she kept it just out of view, cupped within her palm until she’d read it through herself.

“Oh no,” she groaned, holding it out for Leah to read.


Dear Suzanne (Or should I say Teresa?)                                                                        I must say I am deeply disappointed that you have failed to reply to my previous email.  Perhaps you misunderstand my motives?  In an effort to convey the depth of my feelings towards you I decided to send you these flowers.  Please take careful note of the scarlet roses (fittingly they are the Dante’s Inferno variety) with their ever so soft petals.  There are sixteen in total.  One for each time we made love during our brief time together in Boston.

I hope you remember those times.  I certainly do.  In vivid detail.  I beg you not to throw away our future before it’s even begun.  But if you must, why not at least acknowledge our past over quiet drink with me?

Yours Hopefully




“Oh my.  This is getting serious.  You should speak to security,” Leah urged.

Teresa shook her head, unwilling to think badly of anyone.

“No.  I’ll take care of this.  In the meantime I’d love a coffee.”

Leah saw there was no convincing her.



“Ok.  I’ll be back soon.”

As soon as she was gone Teresa opened up her email account and began to type her response.


Inbox:RE: Hi J

Hello Justin.  I’m afraid you have me confused with someone else.  My name never has been and never will be Suzanne.  It’s Teresa.

I just received the flowers and the card you meant for Suzanne.  To be honest with you, you’re starting to scare me.  I do not wish to offend you but I want you to leave me alone. 


Disturbingly less than two minutes later a reply appeared in her inbox.  She opened it with tremulous hands.


Inbox:RE: Hi J

I cannot tell you how good it feels to hear from you!  But I must admit I’m crushed at the thought you don’t remember me.

I have thought of you so many times since we first met on that overcrowded late night subway train.  In fact I’ve ridden the ‘T’ to and from work virtually every day in the hope that one day we might bump into each other again.  Last year my therapist finally helped me to see just how bad it is for me to obsess over you in this way.  After a lot of soul searching I decided that if it was meant to be, it would happen regardless of what I did.  So I moved to Philadelphia and started a new job.  Three months later I saw you again, albeit from a distance.

Unfortunately you seem certain that this is not something you wish to pursue.  Although that is difficult for me to accept, I respect your decision.  But just in case you change your mind any time here’s my address.

437 Newark Street, Eastbridge, Philadelphia





After reading it a second time, Teresa just sat and stared blankly.  When Leah returned she found her boss in an untypically flustered state.

“What are you doing?”

“Tidying my desk.”

Leah set down the coffee and took the pile of sponsorship files from her.

“Well you’re not very good at it.  Guess that’s why you’ve got me.”

The two women sat down and looked at each other.

“So I suppose you emailed him then?”

“Yes but it’s not what you think.”

“And how would you know what I think?  Here’s your latte.”

Teresa slowly stirred two sugars into it, then swirled it around till it dissolved.  Leah grimaced.

“I’m not interested in forming romantic attachments as you well know Leah.  My faith takes the ultimate place in my life.  My work for the international Christian community is a close second.”

“I know that.  It’s up to you what you do.  I just don’t want you to put yourself at risk through some misguided attempt at kindness.  That’s all.”

“You make me sound so naïve.”

Teresa smiled and they drank their coffee in companionable silence.  Leah was about the closest thing she had to a friend right now and admittedly she needed someone in the wings, just in case she got out of her depth.  This was unfamiliar territory.

Later that night she puzzled over the persistence of this man whom she’d never even met.  By his own admission he was obsessive and that word couldn’t help but send a shiver down her spine.  Maybe it was it really was time that she spoke to security.  She would talk to Chester Harris on the front desk first thing in the morning she decided.

Blast!  What am I thinking?  It already is morning!She thought, turning over to look at the neon numbers on the bedside alarm clock.  But only just.  There was still time for a couple of sleeping pills to work their magic if she bit the bullet so to speak and took them now.

So this is the subject of Justin’s obsession, she thought peering at herself in the mirror.  A bedraggled spinster with birds nesthair.  What a joke!  Not only that, the two pills she’d shaken into the palm of her hand were the wrong ones.  They were the tablets she had been given about eighteen months or so ago to combat malaria whilst on her travels.  Nefloquine it said on the label or something like that.  It was hard to tell without her glasses.  As she stood squinting at the bottle under the flickering light, she realised that if she was going to Uganda again in a few weeks’ time to help set up the school, she probably ought to start taking them again.  With this in mind she gulped down the last two along with her bright blue sleeping pills and made a mental note to order more in the morning.

Only the morning came and went unnoticed.

“Oh my life!  Leah!  Why didn’t you call me?” she wailed down the phone at three pm that afternoon.

“If you’d have taken a minute to check your cell you would have seen that I did.  About eight times actually.”

“Ok, ok.  Sorry.  I’m only just up.  I feel terrible.  Think I’ve had a reaction to some tablets I took.  Shouldn’t have mixed them.I’ll tell you all about it when I get there.”

“Uhuh,” said Leah flatly.

“What?  What’s up?”

“We just took another delivery from Interfloral.  There’s a card too.  Want me to read it out?”

Teresa swallowed hard and nodded forgetting that she couldn’t be seen over the phone.

“Yes,” she said eventually.

“Ok.  Here goes…”


To my darling Suzanne,If you lived a thousand years, you still wouldn’t understand how much it means to me that you changed your mind last night.  Although we only had a few hours together it was even better than Boston and much more meaningful to me than anything I’ve experienced before.  It was an amazing and unexpected gift.  As for our future, I too am looking forward to spending more time getting to know you in every sense of the word. I hope I can see you tonight?   Maybe we can actually talk for a change, not that I’m complaining…  In the meantime enjoy the flowers and take special note of the fact that there are twenty one scarlet roses this time.





Damn!” she exclaimed, clamping a hand over her mouth.  Beneath the duvet, she was pretty much naked or thereabouts.

A closer inspection revealed she was wearing the teeniest of tiny black satin thongs.  Where on earth had that come from?  And where were her daisy patterned flannelette PJs?

Her breathing was far too fast and she had the curious urge to get in the shower immediately and not come out until she had soaped every inch.  Surely there was a reasonable explanation for all of this?

After her shower she decided it was time to take control.  This guy was being an absolute nuisance and was messing with her head.  Enough was enough.  The time had come to speak to Chester.

“This guy sounds like a real creep if you don’t mind my saying so Ma’am.”

After what she’d told him he wasn’t about to take the situation lightly.

“Certainly seems that way.  Hopefully he’ll just lose interest,” she said.

Chester regarded her intently, his massive Cuban bulk doing its best to burst its way out of his navy suit.

“That would be advisable,” he rumbled, his chin jutting upwards threateningly.

Teresa unleashed a nervous giggle and then instantly regretted it.  It sounded flirtatious and that was the last thing she wanted right now.  She was in enough trouble already.

What is wrong with me???

“I’ll leave it in your capable hands then.”

Chester nodded and stood to attention.  Tribal drums battered an unforgiving beat inside her head as she made her way towards elevators that had been state of the art ten years ago.

“Oh Terese!  You look awful!” cried Leah when she walked in.

“Gee thanks,” she said slumping in her chair.

“Is it really worth it?”

Without waiting to be asked she helped Teresa off with her coat and slipped it onto the hook behind the door.

“I am not going to ask you what you mean by that,” Teresa replied wearily.  “All I ask is that you pick me up a seriously strong coffee.  No latte nonsense this time.  I want something that packs a punch.  And I need you to pick me up three dozen of these for the Ugandan trip.  I ran out last night.”

She threw the empty brown Nefloquine bottle into her lap and flopped face first onto her desk like a stranded fish.

“You got it.  I’ll be back before you know it.”

The next thing Teresa knew her assistant was shaking her arm, rousing her from a state of sleep that wasn’t that far off resembling a coma.

“Hey.  Hey!  Can you hear me?  Oh God.  Why did you have to take those pills last night?”

Teresa looked up blearily, unsure of exactly where she was.

“You really weren’t kidding were you?” she mumbled.


“You said you’d be back before I knew it.  I barely knew you were gone.  Did you get the pills?  More importantly…did you bring coffee?”

“They wouldn’t let me have them.  The pills I mean.  I tried and tried to convince them.  But they wouldn’t have it.  According to their records, the last time you ordered them was two years ago, when you lived in Boston.  Since then they’ve been banned in the US.  They wanted to know did you have any left and if so they said to dispose of them immediately.”

“So what am I supposed to do now?  Did they offer an alternative?”

“Yes they did.  They’re in the bag over there.  There’s also a letter.  Anyone who’s taken Nefloquine is supposed to receive one.  Sounds important.  I don’t want to panic you but they’re saying that Nefloquine is dangerous honey.  Perhaps you should go get checked out.”

Heart thumping, Teresa rifled through the bag till she found the sealed letter.


Dear Sir/Madam.                              This letter has been given to you by reason of the fact that you have at some point been in receipt of the prescription drug Nefloquine – an anti-malarial drug used to combat malaria as well as managing the symptoms.

Unfortunately there are rare occasions when a medication approved by the FDA later turns out to be harmful even though extensive measures have been taken to test the product.  In this instance Nefloquine has been found to have some very serious and far reaching side effects in a tiny minority of patients especially when taken in combination with certain hypnotics (sleeping tablets.)  Up to this point they include;

    • Headaches.  (1 in every 100,000)


  • Vomiting.  (1 in every 60,000)


  • Sexual dysfunction.  Including permanent or prolonged male and female sexual arousal and promiscuity.  (1 in every 300,000)


  • Hallucinations.  (1 in every 300,000)


  • Mania.  (1 in every 80,000)


  • Sleep disorders.  Insomnia, parasomnia i.e. sleep walking, night terrors, sexsomnia.  (1 in every 150,000)


  • Delusions.  (1 in every 80,000)


  • Transient multiple personality disorder.  (1 in every 200,000)


  • Loss of impulse control.  (1 in every 80,000)


  • Amnesia.  (1 in every 70,000)


  • Kidney failure.  (1 in every 150,000)

Even if you HAVEN’T experienced any of these symptoms the FDA strongly suggests that you have a full spectrum STI and STD test including HIV and AIDS immediately if you have at ANY time taken the drug Nefloquine. 

In the meantime please feel free to use another FDA approved drug as recommended by your local pharmacist or GP to prevent and treat the symptoms of malaria.

“I don’t believe it!” cried Teresa, bursting into tears.  She screwed up the paper in her fist and hurled it across the room with as much force as she could muster.

“That really is an incredible story,” said Rupert Grimes when she had finished telling him everything.  She’d gone to him on the advice of Father Brinkman who knew a little of her plight and wanted very much to get her on the road to Uganda again.  Finding the courage to enter the offices of Grimes and Lanyard to tell them all about her suspicions was not the easiest thing in the world to do but she needed to know where she stood legally just in case the blood tests came back positive.

“Do you mind me asking what it is apart from circumstantial evidence that makes you think you and this Justin character engaged in sexual intercourse whilst you were under the influence of this drug?  Do you have anything er…concrete?”

“Um, well…no, not really.”

Suddenly she felt very transparent sitting in that great big room on the top floor overlooking the city.  Something told her that on some level she actually wanted this to be real.  Not the AIDS or HIV part.  Just the story of insanely unstoppable passion between two people who just needed to connect.  If she could see that she found the idea of this ‘Suzanne’ woman being her alter ego intriguing then maybe Rupert Grimes could too.  Maybe he even suspected that she’d made it up?  She shifted nervously under his gaze.

“Well, from what I can see there are two things you need to do Miss Gomez,” said the young lawyer, typing away furiously on his laptop.  “One, you need to wait and see what the blood tests reveal before you can make a decision as to whether or not you want to file a lawsuit against the drug company and/or the FDA.  And secondly…you need to find yourself a new lawyer because I’m afraid we at Grimes and Lanyard find ourselves compromised in this matter.”

“What?  But why?”

Rupert looked up as a tall man dressed in a petrol coloured suit joined them. He was perfectly groomed apart from a smattering of stubble along his twitching jaw.  Where his blindingly white shirt lay open at the neck, Teresa could see his pulse jumping.  The two men exchanged a knowing look and from that moment on the newcomer never took his eyes away from her.  Teresa felt bewildered, not to mention a little dizzy.

“Miss Gomez…I want you to meet my friend and partner at law– Mr Justin Lanyard.  Something tells me you two have met before,” he said steepling his fingers.“Probably in Boston I believe?”






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