Didn't..." Eyes glazing over. "Yesterday?" Yes, the redhead said with maternal condescension. "You spoke with your son yesterday, his life is back on ...rack." Sultry, moist lips blew a few more whiffs of the faint, flowery gases."Well, no need to stick around here; I spoke with my son yesterday; his life is back on track. Not sure why I came out here..." The eighty-something old biddie, forgetting her intent completely settled back into her Oldsmobile, confused ... but knowing she had no reason. I was starting to get the idea that Joyce and Shirley didn't really know how to cook. We needed to discuss who was going to take over the task of cooking for all of us. I had a real fondness for eating well. I had gotten used to it, and it wasn't something I was planning to give up again, not willingly.I wasn't sure what would happen at work the next day. Joyce and Ellen were working together, and had been for several weeks. Joyce reported that she and Ellen weren't having any problems working. John told him he was on detection for the whole week ,He had to report after school soon as he walked into the room he was instructed to bend over and receive six strokes of the wasp then he had to sort books and papers for the following day for John , The last day of his detection John had given him the six strokes of the cane , then took him down to the boys changing rooms in the gym gentile Mark to strip off Mark was nervous but did as he was told Stand up straight boy John told him, turn. Have your fun with her. Just make sure you put a bullet in her brain when you’re done.”“Oh, no,” Robbie said gleefully. “I’ve got plans of my own.”“So long as she’s dead.”Robbie returned to the other room. “Get up, Chrissy,” he said. “We’re going to the bedroom.”A look of panic entered her eyes, and she looked to Marco for help. “But why?”“Oh, I think you know why,” Robbie replied. He pointed the gun at her. “Move.”As they disappeared into the bedroom, Robbie yelled out, “you’re welcome to join.