It seemed life was always bound and determined to shit into my cornflakes.The funeral director was a huge fat guy named Alfred Barnestead, the complet... antithesis of the stereotypical mortician. The only thing typical about him was the black suit he was wearing. He was rosy cheeked and white haired, almost a Santa Claus instead of a dealer in the dead. All he was missing was the long beard.Kathy Langston was busy signing papers and doing her best to maintain a stern business-like appearance.. S. Lewis“It’s terrific hearing from you. How’s the cold and dreary Northwest? While we miss you, I understand why you had to get away. Every day, numerous broken people seek us out, requesting assistance. Call me selfish, but I prefer you surviving rather than sacrificing yourself, though I appreciate your frustration at being unable to help.”“The city is delightful, Toni. Despite being a new-age yuppie enclave, there’s a different perspective here. The Seattle hipsters pay me scant attention.. The ropes around her wrists were looped through the ropes that held her legs up. The ends of the ropes on her wrists were tied to the ends of the fabric that covered her eyes and is looped around her head.I lean down and kiss her. A deep kiss where my tongue explored her mouth and enjoyed the contact with her tongue. The type of kiss where I did not want to pull away to take a breath because I did not want it to end. Pulling away, I decided that I wasn’t finished kissing her. I lower. A son for a son. Then she frowned when she saw that there was another child ... the little bitch had been given two children! How unfair ... She'd never been able to have any more children after Eddie was born ... even though she'd prayed for them. How was she supposed to get revenge by leaving the bitch childless like herself?!! She'd had a hard enough time trying to prepare herself to commit such an evil act against one innocent soul and now there were two...Then she thought ... Maybe this.