I took
French in high school – because you had to take a language and I had no
interest in German. I was horrible at it and started to avoid going to class
all together. It didn’t help that Madame de Pompadour was the biggest cry baby
I’d ever met. She cried if her students would ignore her, she cried if you gave
her a gift, she cried over a rainy day. I couldn’t stand it.
She was one
of the very first people I thought about killing in earnest. I didn’t kill
until years later, just before our ten year reunion. She cried even then.
…
There was a
point to my story but I can’t for the life of me remember it.
Oh well.
Anyways, I
talked to James about Jason catching us in the woods. Not a sexual thing, mind
you. Actually, I don’t know if-no, he’s definitely caught us having sex. This
time, he caught us dragging a body into the woods and didn’t say anything.
James had a similar reaction to when I showed him the picture Jason had drawn
of us: it’s pretty good. That boy does have an eye for detail in everything he
does. If not for his moral compass, I think he’d make a great serial killer.
But alas, I must respect his wishes to remain an outsider in the family
business.
I, of
course, burned the picture after showing it to my husband but it’s made me
think about hobbies and ways I can use my skills in areas that have no benefit other
than personal entertainment.
Maybe I
could pick up something to occupy my few empty hours. Any suggestions?
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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