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Hi! I'm Scarlett Kiteway, I'm 20 years old, a journalism student in Perplex City and this is my blog all about the excitement over the search for the Cube. I'll be keeping track of what the media over there is saying about it, and maybe a little bit about my life as well!
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Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Talking with Violet
Category: story, 04:59 PM
You do know how to keep a secret, don't you?
I met with Violet, Kurt, and Anna Heath, of all people, a few weeks ago. I guess you know all about that. I finally told Violet the whole truth about my long journey to Viendenbourg, and on to Anjsbourg. All the while Kurt and Violet kept interrupting me, asking me for more information on the drilling at Viendenbourg, or what precisely Commander Fitzgerald said about my father. And they asked me several times to recount every scrap of detail I could remember about V - that Vadik fellow - and about Claire Castille's story.
Given that we seem to have followed strangely parallel courses despite the miles between us, it was a little bewildering to find that we had all four of us been talking to you. And you kept my confidence through all of it. Thank you for that.
There's more that happened after that meeting, though, that you probably don't know about, and it's part of why I've been so quiet since then. I stayed with Violet after the others had gone.
'I don't have anything to do,' I observed.
"That's true,' she said.
'But I want to help.'
'Too bad,' Violet said, and stood to collect the empty glasses from the table.
I paused a moment to try to keep calm. It's so easy to become angry when I'm talking to Violet, and the last thing I needed was to fall back into a role as her annoying little sister.
'I think I could do some good,' I said. 'Don't push me out of this on the grounds that I'm too young.'
Violet's shoulders bowed for a minute, and she wouldn't look at me.
'It's not that,' she said. 'You've proven you can handle yourself in the big, bad world.'
'So then why?' I pressed, following her into her kitchen.
She put the glasses down on the counter and turned to face me.
'You're too risky,' she said. 'V might know about you, and dad certainly suspects something about your ridiculous fluffy bunnies cover story. The best thing for you to do is lie low and try to keep attention away from yourself.'
I tried to argue, but I probably sounded too much like a petulant child. At any rate, I did manage a partial victory. Violet's conceded that she should at least keep me up to date on what comes of all of this poking around for more information, even if she's blocking me from taking a more active role.
Of course, she's broken promises to me before.