It was the next morning and I went downstairs to check on Patrick. "Did you have a good sleep?" I asked. He grunted. "Alright, then." I closed the closet door and went to retrieve the mail and newspaper.
I sat down to read the paper and on the front page was a headline that read:
"Margaret McGuinness spotted at local record shop."
Along with the photo the shop owner took of me signing autographs.
I sat the newspaper down and went upstairs to get dressed.
I put on this outfit:
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And did this makeup:
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Then fixed my hair, grabbed my bag, and went out for a walk.
Not too long into my walk, an interviewer and camera crew spotted me. They came up to me and started asking questions.
"Good morning Manchester, my name is Barbara Sartor and I am here with the famous model, Margaret McGuinness. How are you doing today, miss?" the interviewer asked me. "I'm good, thank you for asking." "Where are you headed to on this fine morning?" "Oh, nowhere in particular. Just going for a walk and enjoying the day." "Where's your boyfriend been?" I took a drag on my cigarette and quickly made up something. "He's went to London on a trip. I couldn't go as I'm quite busy with work and such. He should be back soon, maybe within the week." I lied. "Well, then, I'll let you continue your walk. Thank you for your cooperation, Miss McGuinness." "It's a pleasure." We shook hands and walked in seperate directions.
I walked down the street to get an order of fish and chips. While I stood in line, I heard a child's voice say, "Excuse me, are you Margaret McGuinness?" I turned around and looked down to see a young girl about 8. "Yes, I am." I said with a smile. "Um, could I have your autograph?" she said, shyly, while handing me a napkin to sign. "Absolutely." I look a pen from my bag and signed my name. "There you are, darling." "Thank you!" the girl exclaimed, then walked back over to her parents.
I got my food and walked on home.
I was sure Patrick was hungry by now, but I didn't wanna feed him, nor did I want him to starve to death because where's the fun in that. I decided I had to start planning his murder.
