ellie epp wrote:

> > e., was I programmed for this?
>
> no, sweetie.
>
>
Item:
(1) he denies having her killed and

Here is an example of the programmed trauma I faced from Freijo The
Assassin (deceased now - whacked in his car at Christchurch airport).

from http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/%7Eincome/arrowweb/freijo.html

"... One of the young cab drivers escaped with him up into the mountains
where they performed the most bizarre ritual of cleansing their spirits
before returning to civilization. This involved the young man going into
nearby villages to steal a pure black cat. This he then boiled alive
and, above the screams of the dying cat, he and the cat were in a
strange communion."

"... The elaborate fish meals that Freijo cooked on his visits were
always accompanied by an effort to get me to respect the value of money
by demonstrating how an Arab father would bless the dish for his family,
to no avail. On the third-last visit he determines which of the three
house cats is my totally cool black cat
<http://www.fortunecity.com/tinpan/deadhead/164/shipscat.jpg> called
Muriwai, named after the place. I think now, he then also assures
himself that my computer archives have been sufficiently sabotaged to
remove all traces of the original Gemstone Files. The Opal Files have a
different ending, probably put there by Freijo's handlers, which makes
no mention of Fay Richwhite's 1986 dealings. So, when he casually asks
if I have any copies of the Gemstone Files I now think he was pretty
sure I didn't, so no fuss was made when I said I didn't think so. But
Muriwai was a bit trickier because on two occasions we found her asleep
in his Mercedes having got in through an open window and devoured some
extra fish that he left on the front seat. On the last occasion, back on
that Sunday of May 28th, 2000, he became more demanding in that I
should respect money vis-a-vis the million dollar offer. When challenged
about what else I could do I said it could get to the point of me not
wanting him to come around anymore. At this, he gets up and says I have
gone too far then walks out stony-faced into his car. I never saw him
again. Neither did I see my beloved little black mother cat again
either. Although it was a day or so later that I started to panic over
not finding her I do remember, a few hours after he stormed out, that an
urbane gray haired man in a black Audi turned around in the driveway. I
got a chill when this guy eyeballed me through the kitchen window."