We're in Vancouver. Natalie's friend shows up late by two days. Supposed to meet Wednesday, here on Friday. Two days in one place that we weren't anticipating and we're already twitchy, and we're not going to be able to move anywhere else until tomorrow. Where we're going to move is still a mystery as well.
Her friend, Kari, is...weird. Her blog reveals an awful lot of crap she and her boyfriend went through, but a year's a long time, and all that paranoia and mania has gestated. She looks like crap, for one. Massive bags under her eyes, obviously sleeping rough. It must have been a while since she last used a shower. She says she's been staying in hostels and homeless shelters. Doesn't say where the money came from, but she keeps a knife on her belt and I don't trust her not to have used it. Hopefully she hasn't hurt anyone. But what happened with Nessa is sounding more and more likely to me, no matter how many times Natalie calls her a liar.
That said, when she was reunited with Natalie, she was...different. For all her inscrutability, she seems genuinely pleased to see Natalie, genuinely affectionate. I don't trust her on a personal level, but I don't think she'll do anything to hurt Natalie. And where she goes, I go.
More updates as they arrive.