Forlot: Not What I Am - Book Twenty

Chapter Nineteen

My anti loaned me a pair of shorts that were the same as mine, and after I made a quick change in the bathroom, we headed up the stairs. There was no button in the elevator to bring us to the chosen room, so we had no choice but to climb up the staircase.

Anti-Caleb told me that we were visiting his office, his small office, and added that he desired to show me something very intriguing. Like the curious teen that I was, I asked what the subject was, and he gave me a reply that almost caused me to pass out.

"I need to show you a document. You will get a kick out of it. It is on the Lubriem."

I was on full alert now, and my skin was sweating. Why? Duh! My anxiety was controlling me yet again, and it was incredibly hard to compose myself. I did not want to have to deal with another panic attack and did not want to mess with one now.

"Y-you have a document on the Lubriem?" I stammered.

"That is what I said, yes. Can you believe that it is the only one in LotFor that I found so far?"

"No." I chuckled nervously. "No, I cannot." I muttered to myself. "How the heck did he get ahold of a Lubriem document?! Lean and I burned them all!"

We kept going until Anti-Caleb halted in his tracks. "Here we are. Well...almost."

He moved away from the doorway, and I poked my head in. It was the strangest office that I ever laid eyes on it. I mean, would you have wallpaper with cartoon characters and toys all around and a crib in an office? Not my first choice.

Wait...

"This is a baby room," I confirmed.

"Correct, Caleb," Anti-Caleb responded. "You are indeed a smart boy. Like me."

I tiptoed into the baby room and peered in the crib. Just as I suspected, there was a baby, a baby girl, lying in it. She was awake and kicking with those chubby legs of hers. I recognized it to be Tamara. Or in this case, Anti-Tamara.

Anti-Tamara was as cute and precious as the original. She was smiling at me, and instead of wearing a pink dress, she had on a black dress and a black headband with a black bow.

"Hello, Tamara. I mean, Anti-Tamara," I said sweetly to her.

She giggled and clapped with her tiny hands.

I reached in the crib and stroked her chubby cheek. "I wonder what makes you different from my Tamara—ah!"

My finger was in her little mouth, and she was biting down on it. I moaned in agony and begged her to release my poor finger, and Anti-Caleb dashed to the crib and shook his finger at her.

"Bad, Tamara. Bad!" he scolded. "What you are doing is not evil."

Anti-Tamara released her grip on my finger and teared up. I immediately got my hand out of the crib and kissed my finger all over.

"Jeez," I said. "My Tamara would never do that unless she was defending herself."

Anti-Caleb scooped up the baby and rubbed her back. "My Tamara is a menace. I taught her to be that way."

"Ah. I think that I went in my shorts again."

He glared at me. "I do not have tons of spare shorts."

Anti-Caleb comforted Anti-Tamara until she fell asleep. He carefully set her back in the crib and ushered me out and told me that his office was not far from this room, and five steps later, we arrived at the office.

The office was fairly small and could barely fit two people, let alone one. The floor was covered by a brown carpet, and the walls were white. There was a brown desk in the middle with a computer and papers on top. And to my left was a brown shelf that was filled with books and papers.

Anti-Caleb sat in the big, red chair and scooted to his desk. "I apologize that there are no other chairs for you to sit in, but do not fret. We will not be in here for long."

I rocked back and forth on the heels of my shoes and whistled a catchy tune. My anti typed on the keyboard for at least a minute before shifting his attention to the stack of papers. He licked his fingers and flipped through them.

"Let us see now..." He pushes up his glasses. "...ah, yes. Here it is." He pulled out a piece of paper.

"Is that the Lubriem document?" I asked him.

"The one and only. Want to take a peek at it?"

"Please. That would be great."

I was handed the document and skimmed through it. It discussed the Lubriem's race, gender, sexuality, and what she believed in.

When I was finished skimming, I quickly crumpled the paper in a ball and shoved it in the pocket of my shorts. I looked back up at my anti. He had been looking at me, and by his weird face, I could tell that he was questioning my recent action.

"Hey. Why did you do that?"

I pretended to act stupid. "Uh, do what?"

"You ought to know. You did it. You crumpled the document and stuffed it in your pocket." He stroked his chin. "Now why in the world would you do that?"

"It is a long, long story that occurred many years ago. It is also urgent that all documents of the Lubriem are burned."

He leaned over his desk. "Why do you say that, Caleb? Why should they be burned?"

"So no one knows."

He motioned for me to go on. "Yeah. And?"

My eyelids lowered halfway, and I glanced down at my shoes. "Lean and I...we worked with the Lubriem and assisted her in faking her death. The Lubriem wanted it that way."