Well the end of the first day was pretty rough. Because of the suspiciousness of her death the police were called with the medical examiner. Guess who was the one to see her last? Moi. I went through a battery of questions where the fact that I had been caught with marijuana came up in every three sentences. Last time I checked most mass murderers were not avid pot smokers but hey I don't make the laws I am just expected to follow them. To me murder is not even a law it is something I would never want to have to partake in unless I, someone I loved, or my pets were in lethal danger. But the police knew that I had nothing to do with it, my mysterious old man gave a statement that he saw me fall. The bruise on my right thigh proved it also. Well the eight hours I expected to put in was only two. Six in all but I was too well weirded out about asking for the time I was there with the police in all.
So i showed up early Thursday. What a positive thinker. Actually I was just ready to finish this. I was distributing magazines to pretty depressed people. They did not say anything. Until I met a lady named Jean. She was so sweet but utterly opinionated. I tolerated her obsession with Survivor as she worshipped the "old lady" who got booted off first. "She was the token old person, of course, they would kick her off, and look where she go to stay." I figured she was right although I am one of the few who did not get hooked on that show. My love of real life shows ended with The Real World in Los Angeles. Anyway the conversation turned to Ethel and her death. I was unnerved when her usual pleasant face turned into a nasty snarl "Serves her right, she said. "The way she tried to see good in everybody, it aint always there." With that the remote control flew across the wall, and the temperature dropped drastically. "Evil lives forever, it doesn't end," she said folornly. What are you talking about? I asked. "Nothing you should worry over, she said, and asked me to leave. You don't by chance want a bible I asked? "No, mam, she said, I have my own, she said as she pulled it out from under her shawl. I thought it would make me feel better, but I was wrong. While I was leaving I caught a shadow of a figure or something in the window. I shut the door. Outside the mysterious old man stood across the hall. "I see you have not taken my advice" "he knows you now" I will pray for you.

Stay tuned back with more, let me know any comments. Oh, Father if I yelled at you in that post I am sorry it just did not sound like you.
What ails you? Are you so weary of the tune
Your jaws create that now you are barking too?
What devil is at you? "Now," said I, I am done:
Io