Imprisoned by Fear. Kathy Lange
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He is an easy houseguest. He is very quiet, does his own laundry, and spends very little time in the bathroom. (As a woman fighting for bathroom time, this is a great attribute.) He combs his hair quickly, brushes teeth, and is done, with no fussing about his look. I made a comment one day on how he should strive to look his best, always, and he commented, “For who?” When he first moved in, he wore the same green shirt for days until I bought him a new one for a Christmas gift. Then he wore that one for a few days. He prefers no scents, perfumes, or aftershave colognes. One day he received his credit report in the mail and asked me what he thought his credit score was. I really had no idea, but I assumed it was a high number. The score was 820. He received a report because he had applied for a credit line for his rental property just in case he needed the extra money. He has moved into our extra bedroom and keeps his files with his mail and court papers in a file chest. He spends much time on paperwork: gathering receipts for insurance claims from all the things that has been stolen from his home. He makes and sends copies of news articles of interest to his attorney or investigator. He studies Minnesota statutes as he is desperately trying to catch the neighbors who own the adjacent property to him, breaking as many laws as possible—even videotaping the Stop sign and speeding violations. He stated one day that their three vehicles have run the Stop sign on Elm Street more than ten times each. He makes his bed neatly every day. He has everything neatly folded and organized. He does not usually get up in the morning until after I have already gone to work. He eats rather light, but has a huge sweet tooth. Just as I was getting into the habit of not eating so many sweets, he likes dessert after every meal. He said they usually had dessert as he was growing up. I am amazed that he doesn’t weigh more because of his huge sweet tooth. John has been gone most nights now that it is ice-fishing season. I was a little uncomfortable with this arrangement and told John that he should stay home due to our new houseguest. But John’s reason for existence is ice fishing! He considers Byron the new protector for his family. (Last year we didn’t have a protector, so this is a new concept.) One night, shortly after he moved in, I suddenly awoke to hear Byron talking to someone in the middle of the night, possibly on the phone, I wasn’t sure. I heard him open his bedroom door, which he always closes for the night, and was talking with someone. I couldn’t understand some of his words, but what I did hear alarmed me. I heard him say, “Have you come to apologize for breaking my window?” He wasn’t talking upset or angry, but saying this in a quiet tone, like he normally talks. After that I heard his door close again and couldn’t understand the rest of his words, but he was still talking to someone in his usual tone of voice, not an angry or upset voice, but a kind, mentor-type voice. This incident startled me because I wasn’t aware that he was a sleepwalker, but the words I heard made it very clear that he was dreaming about the break-in. Finally, it became quiet, but I had trouble falling back to sleep, wondering if he would wake again or what other dreams or even nightmares would occur. When morning came, he was up before I left, so I asked him if he was a sleepwalker. He said he didn’t think so and quickly changed the subject. I never brought it up again and it never happened again.
The next Friday I took the day off from work to go to Minneapolis. Byron had mentioned that he wanted to take a day trip to go to Trader Joe’s and a tool shop. He thought John might appreciate this huge tool store near Plymouth.
The first stop was Acme Tools. I was actually the only person that bought anything. I had been looking for something to cut slabs of candlewax with and they had the perfect tool there. The next stop was a woodworking place where I purchased new guides for dresser drawers. Byron had been using this dresser and the drawers had broken guides, so we found some nice replacements so the drawers will slide smoothly. I needed an hour of mall time, so we headed to Ridgedale Mall. I needed to find a gift for my daughter’s birthday and my mom’s birthday, which are two days apart. Byron wanted to purchase a new cell phone, so he would go to the T-Mobile store while Dilan and I did a little shopping. Next, we headed to lunch. He wanted to go to the Mexican area in South St. Paul. He had taken us down there before to eat authentic Mexican cuisine at one of his favorite restaurants. When Dilan’s band had played at Station 4, Byron had driven down that day to hear them, so we all went out to dinner after they played. Although authentic Mexican is not my first preference, it was very good. We were the only non-Mexicans in the whole restaurant. John and Byron ordered the buffet and it looked like food I had never seen before: cow stomach lining, etc. I played it safe and ordered fajitas, and Dilan ordered tacos. John, who typically can eat anyone under the table at a buffet, ate two bowls of the soup and decided the food wasn’t for him. Working our way back toward home, we