That's What We All Want, Isn't It?

Dearly Departed, Scarcely Lamented, Deeply Demented.

After The Woman Left, I Set My Coffee Down And Opened The Bag. Two Muffins-double-chocolate And Blueberry Bran. I Texted Adam A Thank-you. I’d Just Started Eating The Chocolate Muffin When He Texted Backput That One Down And Eat The Bran. It’s Better Foryou.

When I Glanced At The Chair, It Started To Shake. I’d Like To Think It Was Scared Of Me, But I Rarely Invoked That Response In Living Things, Let Alone Inanimate Objects.

I'd Like To See A World Where, If A Teenager Fears She's Seeing/hearing Things, She Feels As Comfortable Seeking Help As She Would If She Found A Lump On Her Leg.

What Gave It Away? When She Loaded Me Bound And Gagged Into The Back Of Her Truck? Or When She Actually Said. "i'm Ready To Kill You And Throw Your Body Inn The Swamp? "hey For A While There, It Looked Like You Were Going To Talk Your Way Out Of It. I Didn't Want To Interfere.