Taking phishbait eventually loses some of its thrill. Odette gets cards printed up with her SSN and mother’s maiden name, credit cards and CV2, home address and a picture of the fake rock where she keeps her key. The guy at the print shop gives her a long, careful look.
She leaves the cards as placemarkers in library books and in the shoes she tries on at DSW. She can only buy things with cash, of course, but by now she’s used to that. It’s worth it, knowing she’s multiplicative, metastatic: that little Odettes everywhere are gleefully doing the devil’s work.