... in a really strange way.... I should do this for them too.... honestly. I know it don’t make it better for them, but I know they would all say, ...ood on you, go for it girl, live life to the full, ENJOY! H: are you serious? You did what you did because of the bad things in the world?W: well yeah, that and it felt bloody marvellous too!H: We all chatted at the party for a while and to tell the truth it was all a bit stilted and boring small talk of the worst kind.... but our host started to. He’d told her not to be seen and he could get mighty mean if you didn’t listen to him.The next day, the Sheriff was out, but he was only interested in Enos and the other menfolk’s whereabouts. She heard enough to know that Jack was in bad shape. Pneumonia, brought on by the smoke, they said. His mom and he were, at least for now, going to be living a few towns over to where the hospital was.The sheriff poked around, but there just wasn’t anything to find. Uncle Enos had not been surprised to. I spent three days chain smoking weed, drinking and trying to forget. Then I spent two days remembering and masturbating. Then I freaked out! I didn't even get his name, how was I going to find him again? I decided to go back to the same place at the same time on Friday which was the day it happened. I couldn't wait. I walked into the store as normal, head down, not making eye contact, went to the change machine and headed to the back. As soon as I stepped in a voice behind me said "You ran. I got screwed over bad last time. Cursed and left for dead, remember.” He shook his head emphatically, his brows furrowed.“You’ve been cursed plenty of times.” Bella rolled her eyes and with a comically bad impression of Will’s baritone huffed. “It comes with the job.”“Not… like this.” He shook his head, a slightly pained expression on his face. “The Magistrate did a full dispelling on me as soon as I got back. It didn’t work. They still took my money though. Tight-assed, penny-pinching.