So I was jogging today, minding my own business (as usual)--and there he was. G.G., the life-sized gray gorilla. Just appeared again like that, after weeks of nowhere to be found.Now he's sitting outside. On the porch. And he's changed clothes. He's wearing a red Stanford shirt and slick green jogging pants (the kind you wear in the rain).
I don't know, I think he's looking a little peaked. Kinda slumped in the chair, arms hanging limply at his side. Teeth gleam all nice and white, though. All in all, he's not looking like the slick G.G. I first saw in December.
Well. I did the only thing a self-respecting suspense author would do in such a situation. I finished my run, then the minute I got home I hopped in the car, camera in hand, and raced back to take a clandestine photo. I was sweating bullets, I can tell you. The people in that house are murderers or sadists or something. I mean you don't keep a G.G. around just for nothing. So I parked my rig cautiously, camera on and all ready to shoot. Jumped out, aimed the thing, snapped a photo--and was back in my car before anybody inside that house could grab a shotgun.
I drove like a madwoman all the way home. Then made double sure all my doors were locked.
What do you think G.G's reappearance means? Why has be been kicked out on the porch? Why did he change his clothes? Why is he slumping? Is he not eating right? Does he now house two bodies instead of one?
I just can't figure this out. It's driving me crazy.