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Chapter 1: What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
Hi, Joseph Fink here.
Chapter 2: What is the first episode of Don't Tell Alice about?
What you are about to hear is the first episode of the new Alice Isn't Dead sequel series, Don't Tell Alice. This is the first Alice Isn't Dead episode in now almost eight years. I'm so excited for you all to hear it. Basically, no one has heard it except for me, John, and Jessica. And so I am, I don't know, really curious what happens when it goes out into the world.
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Chapter 3: Why has it been eight years since the last Alice Isn't Dead episode?
And it's also the best way to support the show. But in any case, if you can't or don't want to do that, that's fine. Just please subscribe to Alice is in Debt and listen to this new series that I'm really excited to. All right, here is the first episode of Don't Tell Alice.
I need to tell you another story. A different kind of story. Less triumphant. Less self-righteous. Because in my first story, Alice was the one who did wrong. Vanishing from my life. Leaving behind only mourning and memory. And I was the one who found her and forgave. That was my first story. And it's the easier one to tell. But... Come on, buddy. Drive your special car. There you go.
Sorry, a one-car traffic jam ahead of me. This time I'm the one leaving her. Not forever. I hope not even for long. But a lie is a lie, and it always will have been a lie for the rest of my life. I'm not saying it's wrong, because I think I have to do it. I'm only saying that I'm going to have to learn to live with it.
A couple years after everything ended, I'd settled deep into the slow spin of domestic life. My phone rang. And I picked it up. I don't know why. No one picks up the phone anymore. But I did. And there was a voice I knew somehow. Although I couldn't quite place it. It was a voice I trusted. She said a lot of things that didn't make sense, and then... Alice... I'm sorry.
But first and last, the voice gave me a warning. And something in the way she said it made me think I had better pay attention. She said, don't tell Alice.
Alice Isn't Dead, Don't Tell Alice by Joseph Fink, performed by Jessica Nicole, music and sound design by Disparition. Part 1, Chapter 1. Oh, and one more thing.
I'm back out here. Some anonymous road up through remote northern Nevada. Car this time, not a truck. Told Alice it was a business trip. That the new job required them. That I kind of didn't mind because I had been missing the travel. I don't know if that part was a lie or not. Did I miss this? There's a sign for something called Horse Canyon in 800 feet. Tempting, but I'll have to pass.
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Chapter 4: What does the narrator mean by 'a different kind of story'?
And someplace called Dog Creek. Naming must be real easy out here. Just an animal and a geographical feature. Snake Ridge. Ostrich Pond. Anteater Drainage Ditch. I saw the sign for the Rocky View Inn, motel, bar and cafe. That's where the voice on the phone told me to go. Fear filled the pit of my stomach as I pulled into the lot. Anxiety, my old friend.
Or is it anxiety when the fear is warranted? The heat was like a thrown punch when I opened the car door. I staggered a little. The walk from the car to the bar was a struggle, and then I walked into the freezing AC inside, and it was like dunking my head under ice water. But, like, in a good way. Place was mostly empty.
There was a Latino man in the corner, dusty work shirt, sleeves pulled up on burly arms, a cowboy hat pulled low over his face. and there was a woman behind the counter, aged somewhere between 40 and 60. The woman winked hello. "'Names, Lexi. What can I get you?' "'What do you have?' I said. Lexi laughed. "'Anything you want, long as it's a hamburger, hot dog, or fries.'
"'A hamburger sounds great.' "'It didn't, actually.' I'd been on the road long enough, eating in places like this, that I'd started to dream of green vegetables, the magic food that allows your bowels to finally get back to moving. But I'd take it. She went into the kitchen. The man in the corner was disquietingly still.
I found myself watching him carefully for signs of life and thought I saw breathing. If he wanted to keep to himself, that was fine by me. I wanted the same. Lexi came back with a burger that had not only onions, but lettuce and tomato. It was so much nicer than I expected from whatever kitchen this relic of a bar must have had. I took a big bite. Holy shit, I said. Yeah, I know, Lexi said.
Take pride in what you do or don't do it. That's what my mom always told me. She was a mess and a liar, but you know, still those lessons stick with you. I know what you mean, I said. I nodded to the man in the corner. He okay? Oh, he's always here, Lexi said. I wouldn't worry about it. That's when the woman from the phone walked in.
I only had heard her voice, but I knew it was her at one glance. Don't ask me to explain. Some things resist explanation. A box truck with one side missing, parked perpendicular just off the road.
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Chapter 5: What internal conflict does the narrator face regarding Alice?
Empty. Hundreds of blackbirds forming a scrawl across the sky, flying off to somewhere that isn't here. The woman was real thin, clothes loose on her, like she lost a lot of weight way too fast. Cancer is what I immediately thought of, but who knows? She had a hat pulled low over her face, dark glasses, like a celebrity trying and failing to be inconspicuous. Can I get you anything?
asked Lexi, walking up. And then she saw the woman's face, and she went pale, retreated to the far end of the bar, made herself busy with bottles and dishes. I looked at the woman. She didn't look at me. There was nothing inherently threatening about her, but I've learned that appearances don't mean shit.
Oh, and one more thing, the woman said suddenly, like it was the next line in a conversation we'd been having. You aren't going to like what comes after America. I'll bet, I replied. Leonard Cohen said that, the woman muttered. Wasn't he Canadian? I said. Did you tell Alice? The woman asked. Why in the world would I follow orders from a stranger on the phone?
I don't know you, and she's the love of my life. My loyalty is clear. I tapped out a wonky little rhythm on the bar top with my fingernails. But no, I didn't tell her. I can't explain, other than what you said felt real. Real in a way that nothing has since. I trailed off and waved my hand to indicate a series of events that upended everything I had understood about the world.
Extraordinary things are only supposed to happen to a person once in their life, if that. I had no interest in being struck by lightning twice. The woman nodded. Good, she said. This would be a lot more difficult if you had. It was bad enough involving you, but we felt we had no choice. Who is we, exactly? I said, not expecting a straight answer.
And she didn't even attempt a crooked one, so... Is this about Thistle?
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Chapter 6: What happens when the narrator receives a mysterious phone call?
Are they back? I asked. I'd come all this way. Might as well get the worst of it over. Clear, delineated lines between arid desert and irrigated farmland. Brown to green. Sharp divisions, like the squares of a Rothko. The writer William T. Vollman, he called the landscape of the American desert a Rothkoscape.
Here is what the landscape has looked like for a thousand years, and then here it is with the water we have taken from somewhere far away and carried to this land. Brown to green. Death to life. A single straight line. Is this about Thistle? And she actually laughed. A surprised laugh, like when a kid tells you a joke that's way cleverer than you expected from their age.
No, Thistle is gone for a good while, she said. Longer than I will live, or you. You and your crew did good there. Suppose that's why your name came up for this one. I got lucky, I said. Coin flip and I would have died instead. And it was true. I had been brave. I had been resourceful. I had been stubborn. But most of all, I had been lucky. Lucky is the best thing to be, the woman said.
So if it's not thistle, I said, then what is it? The woman examined the far corners of the bar. The jukebox that only allowed song selection from some app, because everything works from some app now. The bathroom signs with cute illustrations of a cowboy and a cowgirl. Honestly, we don't know, she said. If we knew that, we could take care of it ourselves, maybe. But this is beyond us.
She grabbed a napkin off the bar, stamped with the name of the Rocky View Inn, scribbled down some numbers. Coordinates, I realized. She shoved it toward me. Go here. Take a look. I can't tell you what to do after that. You'll have to make that call for yourself. She got up, started heading for the exit. Hey, I said. She stopped but didn't turn. Why did you tell me not to tell Alice?
She stood still for a moment, deciding whether to answer. Then she did, in a voice that sounded different. She was terrified, I realized, and her fear made my stomach tighten, because this did not seem like a woman who scared easy. You can't tell her, she said, her voice a tight rasp. Promise me you won't. I can't promise anything. I'm sorry.
She nodded, stood a second, then disappeared back out the door. How much do I owe you? I called to Lexi. But she wasn't there. Probably ducked back to restock something, or maybe to avoid the woman, who she seemed to know and want nothing to do with. There was a heavy stillness in the bar. I glanced over at the man in the corner.
His shoulders were shaking like he was laughing, but he wasn't making any noise. I didn't like this. And one thing I've learned is that you can always just get up and leave. And so I did. The heat and light outside made me stoop, like it was something heavy dropped on me. I scurried to my car and then looked back. I was only a little surprised to see that the windows of the bar were boarded up.
The sign by the highway was missing letters. At least one of the motel rooms out back had its door kicked in by someone seeking shelter. This place hadn't been open in years. I crossed the parking lot again, despite the heat. Tried to look around the edges of the boards. I could see, faintly in the darkness, the long sweep of the bar, covered in plastic sheeting and dust.
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