After Adams had left, I observed Whitney in her meditation. A deep stillness took over the lab. The monitors showed the faces of the six Thetans in meditation. It was still something of a marvel to me. It was eerily strange yet calm. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Just as I was beginning to fade out, I suddenly realized I had no idea where I had placed my keys. I searched for them all over my desk but couldn’t find them and quickly got frustrated.
“Where are my car keys?” I said aloud, as my search became anxious.
“Behind the fire extinguisher,” Whitney said calmly from her sitting position with her eyes closed.
I was surprised she had answered me. I apologized for not being quieter. Then I realized that she was right. I walked over to the fire extinguisher and found my keys placed on the ledge behind it. I had put them there upon arrival when Jessica had unloaded a bunch of documents on me. It was the only time I had ever put my keys there, and I was sure no one had seen me do it.
“How did you know that?” I asked her in a hushed tone. There was no response from Whitney. I couldn’t tell if she was still meditating or if she was just sitting there with her eyes closed. “Whitney, can you hear me?”
“She cannot hear you at the moment,” was the response from Whitney. Her voice had a strange calmness to it, and I assumed she was joking around.
“If she can’t hear me, then how does she know where my keys are?”
“She doesn’t,” was the response from Whitney.
“Okay, I’ll play along. Then who am I talking with?”
“In your terms, the one you refer to as The Grandmother.”
“Very funny. Jim, you must have whispered where they were while I was going through my desk, right?”
“I had no idea,” Jim replied. His green light pulsed.
“Okay, I’ll admit that was a good one. Now can you finish up with what you’re doing so we can get out of here?”
Whitney made no response. I looked up at the monitors and saw the Thetan sun had yet to rise over Coasttown. The Thetans were still in their meditation. Apparently so was Whitney. I looked at The Grandmother sitting calmly in her spot. I felt uneasy and sat down at my desk, waiting patiently for the Thetan sun to rise and for Whitney to come out of her session.
About twenty minutes passed before the session ended. The six Thetans stood and left the circle. Whitney rolled her neck around then opened her eyes slowly, as if the room was bright.
“Did my father leave already?” she asked me through a yawn.
“Yes, he did. That was a good joke, by the way.”
“What do you mean?” Whitney asked. I jangled the car keys in front of her. “What are you talking about?”
“You almost had me going. Jim was perfectly calm about it. It was kind of funny, I’ll admit.”
Whitney gave me a blank expression. She said, “Jon, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The joke’s over. I’ll be in the car.” I walked out of the lab.
When Whitney sat in the passenger seat, she repeated she didn’t know what I was talking about. As we sped down the road, I went over the conversation we had about the keys and about The Grandmother. I repeated that it was very amusing, but I still wanted to know how she knew it.
Whitney told me, “Stop the car.” I pulled over on the side of the road. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Are you making this up?”
“Why would I make this up?”
“I promise you,” she said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You told me where my keys were, and then you said you weren’t the one I was talking with, but you were The Grandmother.”
“Tell me about it!”
We drove the rest of the way to her house in silence. As she got out of the car, she searched my face one last time. I realized we were doubting each other’s sincerity. I drove back to my place with an overwhelming feeling that Whitney had been honest with me. In the months I had known her, I had never once heard her tell a lie or play a joke on someone. It wasn’t like her to do those things, no matter how trivial.
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