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conversation at the kitchen table. But I couldn’t use my phone for fear of location pings on my cell phone right now. At some point, I may need proof that I was around the city anyway, so I would drive back tomorrow and let the cell towers record my location before returning to continue fulfilling my plan.
I walked into the Inspirational Room to greet my four-fingered chia pet. She looked like a marine returning from combat with that haircut and her bloody stump finger. I wouldn’t tell her I was driving to the city tomorrow or when I’d be back, so she would wonder each minute I’m gone when my car would be pulling up the gravel driveway once again. “Could I get something for the pain?” she asked. I literally burst out laughing in amusement at the inquiry: “I brought you here so you’d feel pain. Why would I want to alleviate what I’ve worked to instigate?” I marveled at my own clever slight alliteration and wondered if “echo voice Karina” was listening in today or if she’d have anything to say to me. I laughed realizing how righteous and indignant my prisoner had been when she claimed she wouldn’t feel the pain I would be inflicting upon her...and now she wanted relief.
I wasn’t ready to share the news with her yet that they had finally realized she was missing. After all, we all want to believe we would be missed, and it hurt her to realize that no one cared enough to wonder about her. So, let her hurt a little longer. Glancing up at me with her red and swollen eyes, she muttered: “I read some of your wife’s book.”
I was delighted, but I wouldn’t let her know that. “And?” I answered. “And...I don’t understand what you want me to say. I’ve already expressed regret over my actions on that day. What more do you want
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life