Fuck!

I just got off the phone with Robyn’s mother. It was the first time I’d spoken to her since Robyn’s wake, four years and a half years ago. The fucked up part was that it was all a fluke.

I took this call at work and the woman had the same name as Robyn’s mother. I figured it was just a coincidence, then I realized it was a local client and I got a liitle weirded out. Then I asked her for the password to her account, and it was Robyn’s middle name.

So, after doing a bunch of stuff for her that I’m not supposed to do for any client, I just come out and asked her if she’s Robyn mother.

At first she had no idea who I was, then she starts to ask me a question, then she stops and there’s this awkward silence, followed by, “Okay,  I remember Robyn telling me about you.”  (Translation: Oh, you’re the Black guy).

Man, imagine calling some anonymous 800 number and getting your dead daughters ex-boyfriend. That’s just fucking weird.