Murder is
such an ancient tradition, yet steeped in progress. In a contrarian way, begs
for no traditions to be passed down through the generations. Everyone has to be
their own inventor and yet, somehow, we’ve progressed passed beating our
neighbours with clubs. Barely. Imagine what we could do if we could pass down
our passions to the next generation.
I’m not
advocating for everyone to become a serial killer. Everyone has their
strengths. Everyone has their way of contributing to society – or not. And
being able to share those skills is essential for human progress.
And now I’ve
finally found someone who I can pass things on to. Of course, I’m excited. I
want to create lesson plans and homework assignments and hang her victims’
fingernails on the fridge. But James says I have to keep my excitement on the
inside. And I listen to my husband. Sometimes.
Casey’s education
has become more covert. We drive outside of town to practice her technique on
unsuspecting wildlife. It’s harder on livestock because farmers keep track of
their property. Animals that can pass as roadkill are a lot easier to use. I
just don’t want her going out into the wild until she’s perfected her skills.
As she so often reminds me, she’s done this before. Multiple times. But I also
remember why I don’t want her to end up like Sandra. So I’m going to be a little
overprotective and she’s going to have to deal with it. Those are the facts.
I gotta
admit, though: she’s good. She listens and asks questions and puts effort into
her work. It’s easier to teach young people new things than to break old habits.
I can teach her what I took years to learn. I can teach her to be better than
me.
Now that
she’s starting at a new school, I’ve emphasized the need for secrecy and what
will happen if she gets caught. I have to put my trust in her for that but
maybe trust will do me a bit of good. Besides, she’s 15. It’ll be fairly easy
to hide her body.
Beyond that,
I’ve just been settling. We’ve rented an apartment for way too much money,
Sandra’s at school, James has an interview with the local detention centre, and
I am still job hunting. I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I took my old
job because it was convenient. Finding a new job with my qualifications is not
impossible but I can’t just walk in off the street and ask for a job. So I keep
checking Indeed and other job hunting sites and hope James gets that job next
week. And I teach Casey what I know. Maybe that’s enough for now.
No it isn’t.
I want a job. I am far from retirement and I am going to find a job.
Eventually.
If you have
any ideas, let me know.
As always,
dear readers,
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