My mom was so upset on the phone that I decided i better go there if for nothing else than to comfort her.Money was a bit tight,so i told my wife only...I was going,and I'd have to drive as i couldn't afford a plane ticket,and then I packed a few things and hit the road on what I thought was going to be a very long 1,500 mile journey.About 300 miles into the trip my cellphone rang,my mom telling me nevermind,turns out uncle just had a pulled muscle that cause him chest pain and the doctor had. “I can tell by the looks on your faces that you have not come bearing news of joy.“Dottie, maybe it’ll help you to talk to me about it.“I can’t change it, but I can listen.”“Bill is dead.“It seems like there was an accident.”Karen asked Cory.“Is Sharon still in town?”“No. Sharon left to go back to take care of the dog and some other things.“She headed back this morning.”Downtrodden, Dorothy looked at Karen as if she wanted Karen to bandage her wound. Karen slid her chair over next to Dorothy,. She felt as if there was something dark sucking the life out of the home; an ill wind blowing hot and humid across the faded wood in a strange kiss of death. She shook herself and rapped again, louder this time.“Brem?” Elva asked as the door opened. The Goodwoman’s smile seemed out of place; warmth on a day which seemed to have none. “Why are you knocking? You know you’re more than welcome here any time.”“Sorry,” Brem forced a smile but the sense of foreboding remained. “I’m feeling a bit. ’I wanted to fuck something it prayed on my mind, wanted it bad. Looking at my watch, 1:30 in the morning, I dug a case of beer out of the cooler. I looked at the bitch at the counter again, and again she flashed me a friendly smile. She worked me, a whore for sure. Get off with a quicky now, last longer the first time with Miss Cunt later.A quick glance around the store, no security cameras, perfect. Yeah, I could get me some nice head, and no one, but the whore, is the wiser. Putting the beer.