GET GONE
The Beginning of an End to a Beginning
by Eduardo

  On the drive back home, nooky was on the agenda along with a few more stabs at being my fault about her having to leave and I drove her to it. Which I no doubt she totally believes with utter conviction to be true. However with possibility of nooky around, she was a little less harsh than of past.
So we get home and Eliza puts the kettle on and as we sit down she tells me how the cottage agent wants proof of three years books from her accountant.
"They what?" I said astounded.
"Yes. I have to provide three years accounts she confirmed."
"But why the hell and how the hell are these accounts needed?"
I know how letting agents work and its not as if this one is some exclusive office. Proof of income or sufficient in the bank is normal, but three years.
"What on earth did you tell them." I blasted out in exasperation as I watched the whole thing going down the tubes.
"You told her I was writing a book. So I told them about my first book and how it was becoming a film and huge success in America." She said as if nothing was wrong and could not understand the dropping of my jaw in disbelief.
"You told them what!!" I really had lost it with her and was shouting.
"Yes. I told them. Because its true! I am going to become rich and famous!" She shouted back at me.
"Of course they want your accountant to confirm all that, it sounds a little to grand to be true. That's why! Oh you very stupid woman!" I said back walking away into the kitchen with arms in the air in desperation at it all.
Coming back I continued. "You know you've blown it don't you? That's the end of that fantasy." Then I looked at her sat there as if confused why nobody was seeing it her way. I felt such utter frustration at what I could see as yet another classic repeat situation. Eliza has a fantasy, I nearly make it happen and if someone else does not, then Eliza will pop the balloon at the last minute herself with some new addition that cant be done.

So I stormed back into the front room and told her so.
"You know Eliza, that's the way its always been. You place these insurmountable demands upon me. These fantasy's and illusions. Then, when I achieve the impossible either you blow it due to sudden changes or don't want it anymore as you've moved on from that desire. How the hell can anyone satisfy you? Not even the Buddha has the power to overcome that." I challenged her, not really caring any more how she took it.
"Just this one last time." I raged on. "I nearly made it all happen for you. Nearly made another of your fantasy desires come true. Any piece of paper no problem, but three years accounts for you. I don't have! The don't exist!
"Oh you so stupid girl." I said again, calming from the initial shock. "Once more you cant keep your fantasy's where they belong. You cant just go around blowing peoples minds that these fantasy's are true."
"But they are." Once more she persistently insisted.
"They are not true!" I shouted back. "They are fiction. Part of your illusion and when you bring illusion to the table of normal and especially professional business people, you have to have bloody proof you silly girl. Don't you get it?" I shouted back, though without the anger which always is quick with me. "They think you are a business woman writer with accountants, important world wide agents and all that. They want proof!"
I walked off into the kitchen again to take breath and calm, leaving her to mull over some reality for a change.
Coming back a little calmer, I just looked at her and couldn't help feeling compassion for this fine lady, riddled with undefined lines of fantasy, illusion, dreams and karma. Where the realm of reality and fantasy are as one, only in her mind. So many years of flirting with so many fantasy's and constantly chasing that rainbow has resulted in this mixed up world she now lives in. Somewhere along the way, her buddhist beliefs became entangled with all this to the extent where she is now totally within a spiritual rather than physical plane.
I cannot see any way forwards for her, except maybe to go back to Japan and live as a humble person in the temple grounds serving her master. Though if her desires for wealth are strong enough to dump her family here and I know, a great deal of love whether fictional or real, then I feel that kind of humbleness will be unlikely.
This thirst must be satisfied and anything or anyone, except the Buddha are expendable and only tolerated while they appease her demands in eternity.
"I really don't know what to do with you anymore. Just like everything, even our relationship, you allow your fantasy's to screw everything up. Just when I get something nearly right that suits your fantasy's desires. You just ripped it up and pull the rug out. Then start pointing fingers and blame at others for failing you."
I really have thought many times over the years that she is her own worst enemy. Even saying it to her several times.
Well then she has this brainwave and immediate solution. Manufacture the accounts!
Years ago, manufacturing just about any document was the norm amongst many that I had the fortune or miss-fortune of encountering. But that was so long ago and most of the people I knew would be dead from some natural, or unnatural cause by now. If neither, then probably hiding out somewhere from the Mafia.
"Where the heck you going to get them?"
"I've got it. All sorted!" She exclaimed. Ill just ring up M, he knows people that do that sort of thing. He told me once." I knew who she meant and also that amongst immigrants with whom he deals, signed pieces of paper are easily produced. So felt somewhat easier about the whole thing and a very good rescue plan emerging.
"And then there's Susie." She excitedly burbled, rushing off to get the note book with all her numbers in and fumbling through it.
Susie is also well connected and apart from Valencia, she is the only acquaintance still left. Though both ladies have often been close to and even temporarily crossed off Eliza's list before and little certainty of continuance. But at this precise moment in time, they can provide her need to share her problems with a sympathetic ear. So they are very much friends at the moment, which I am happy with even though I hear the way she offloads the responsibility for this to them. It gives her the support she needs at this time and that's good.
   So, I left her asking Susie and went off down to the lodge feeling very uneasy with the situation, but at least partially believing it was all still possible to achieve. And carried on writing this story to now.

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