He hadn’t expressed a desire to do anything that was so far out of her willingness for her to say no to. John often thought that she was the perfect...sexual partner for him. He knew the things that she liked and always indulged them, and she knew his and was willing to indulge him as well. Even with his known proclivities, she would still manage to surprise him occasionally, even after years of marriage. Losing her was the most significant blow he had ever endured. He had mourned for longer than. That’s right, I thought to myself, she had said he was an epileptic! I counted the bottles, all empty. He’d taken close to 120 of them, probably within the past hour. I said nothing, but walked out, looking for the phone and dialing 911. ‘YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!’ he croaked in a sob.. ‘Well, I’m not,’ I spat at him, holding my head and fighting the pounding pain with accompanying nausea. The emergency operator answered and I told her we needed an ambulance and homicide officers here, ASAP.. They were nowhere to beseen - for now."So, have you had any further changes?" she asked."None that I know of, apart from my height and feet still shrinking. Myhands appear to be changing too," he said and showed her his hands."They are more slender, the thumbs are the give away, narrower nails," shesaid. "I don't know if you can talk your way out of some of these things.Any news on when the mystery news breaker is going to tell your parents?" Nope, though I wish they'd hurry up. It feels. I was raised in a church and believed in God and Heaven and everything that goes with it. When I got older, I realized that church wasn’t for me, what with various beliefs and doctrines, so I stopped going. I finally settled on that I believe that there is SOMETHING out there, but not ‘God’ as he/she was presented to me when I was a child. Some part of my brain just couldn’t handle all of the crap that was served to me on the silver platter that was organized religion. So, here I am without.