"Go on home. I'll talk to you tomorrow, and I don't want to see Garrison again, not ever."I backed up another step or two, putting my hand behind me a...d pushing on the girl's soft belly, backing us up and keeping her sheltered. We were now at least ten paces apart. I had a small pistol in the back of my belt, but from ten paces I suspect I would have thrown it at them rather than shooting. Smoothbore pistols were very inaccurate which is why I usually loaded buckshot, but my pistol was empty. ”“At this time, I would like to officially declare, myself ‘Non compos mentis,’ (Insane) and I sincerely hope that all of those involved, can find it in their hearts to forgive me.”I took another cleansing breath.I walked over to my mom, choking up a little and asked, “Do – Do you forgive me, Mother?”“Yes, I forgive you, Charles,” she replied touching me on my hand.I took a step and a breath, turned towards Claire’s Mom and asked, “Do you forgive me, Mrs. McArthur?”“Claire told me what you said. It was Max, the owner of a local pub called the Bishops Retreat where we have often gigged. Could our band, ‘The Gremlins’ play tonight as the one booked had let him down. We had a quick chat and I implied that it should be okay, but would have to confirm with the other members of the band when I got to work. My name is Jacob West, and by day I’m a newly qualified under paid project engineer, by night a budding vocalist and guitarist in a local rock band called The Gremlins. We play mostly. No one even knew I had left. As I was pulling up, I could see some women spilling out of the club onto the back patio. Another shot of fear coursed through me. I paid the driver, who was smirking when he said "good luck", and took a deep breath.At the door, I knew I would have to show my driver's licence and pay the £15 cover for u******e patrons. I was prepared for all this because I had practically memorized the club’s website. What I wasn’t prepared for was the beating in my chest, the wads.
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