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No calls to MA state police barracks up the coast have panned out. Talked to an interesting variety of mumbly night-shift phone officers who ranged from nice-mumbly to surly-mumbly, and none had any record of relevant incidents.

It is disheartening work; I guess I expected the police to do all this for me once I talked to the right person. I feel like I'm not doing everything I can, but I'm not about to call every barracks in the state, second-guessing all the wrong turns she might have made, or whatever.

Not bothering to call north of MA; the call she apparently tried to make to me was way after she would have entered the state, and I seriously doubt she turned off of 95 before that.

And so to bed, after leaving a note on the door for her to ring the doorbell many many times so as to wake me up. If I wake up otherwise, I will call home about it, which will lead to much panicking and awfulness. But: they have better information, like what kind of car she has and, er, what last name she uses. (I don't know if it's her mom's, or her dad's, or something else entirely. Of course, maybe they don't know either; I'm assuming the topic came up at some point, I suppose.)

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No news. Parents are out of the house; left message. Going to work now.

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Called my mom (with Ricky in background) and filled them in. As is usually the case when trying to predict my family's reactions, I got it wrong; rather than panic, they're rolling their eyes over what a dope she is no doubt being. Learned that niece's car is a loaner from a Cape Cod garage that is fixing her actual car, and she may already have been late in returning it when she started out later then she planned for my house. So, perhaps she said "foo" as it grew ever later and she fled capewards?

Mom is now going to try calling niece's mom on the cape. (I got a little angry when she suggested that I be the one to call, because it would be too awkward for her, implying that it would be less so for me. Unfortunately started growling about being up until 3 cold-calling police dispatchers. There is tension.)

(To those not interested: sorry I keep going on about this, but it's what I'm obsessing about right now, and I've got enough other people concerned (for good or ill) that this is the most efficient way to update everyone.)

(I have in fact received much support through these troubles, and thank everyone for it, really and truly.)

She's OK

She just called; it was just as my mom speculated, compounded with troubles she's been having with her cell phone. Gosh jeepers.