[And now-- ]Early stood in the darkness of the patio, looking at the clouds overhead. He sat heavily on a chair and looked back through the patio door...at his wife.She had stopped sobbing and went to the kitchen. She got herself a glass of water and gulped it down. Wiping her eyes, she straightened her shoulders, and opened the door. "Early, will you listen? I want to tell you the whole truth. Please don't interrupt."Early turned his head and looked at her. He motioned to a chair across from. .. a hook?" (Wishing I was drinking water so I could perform an epic spit take.)"Yes, like one of those pirate hook, kinda things." Loud grunting sounds were now emanating from the back seat. Only the lightning allowed me to see the hideously scarred creature behind us, a bloody stump on his right arm. In his left hand, he clutched a butcher knife so large even Crocodile Dundee would approve. There could be no escape. Not even the Super Friends could save us now. My eyes met Katrina's as we. Unknown to Al and the rest, the women were members of a coven and planned their revenge on the men. The next day Al got a pizza and beer delivery with a note, when he told the delivery boy he wouldn't pay because he didn't order it, he was told it was already paid for. Al read the note which said. Thanks for the great time last night. Here is a little treat for all of you to remember us by. You are totally right, women have to live in the real world. Thank you again for setting us straight, we. He watched sullenly as they passed through litter strewn streets lined with boarded up buildings. He noted the people who walked those streets, all of them black and destitute. It was a far cry from the fine trimmed lawns and pink flamingos where he lived with his sister and white middle class parents. Tyrone pulled the shiny black Cadillac into the driveway between two buildings which looked like they would have been condemned in any other part of town. He parked the big old car and told his.