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Chapter 7 The Pennsylvania Wall
Dear Vincent,
I’ve honestly had enough of you for today. So please stop being here and GO HOME.
From the best, most awesome person on Earth-
Emilia
I pushed Vincent in the elevator, with the note I wrote him. I reached in and pushed the door close button. I watched as his face turned from annoyed to anger as he read the letter. Luckily the doors closed before he could get a word in edgewise. I thanked god for small miracles. I headed toward the kitchen where I left Kole. We had a funeral to prepare; the turkey wasn’t going to bury himself, or in this case throw himself in the trash. We’ve even given him a name. Texas.
I faintly heard a loud, “Stop ignoring me!” and, “Emilia! Don’t you walk away from me!” I kept walking, the note was pretty self-explanatory.
“So Kole, how’s Texas’ funeral going so far?” I asked as I peered into the kitchen.
“it’s just fine.” he answered, “Would like to say some words?”
“Ok.” I slowly walked over to him, noticing that he had gotten the turkey inside the box that one of the contractors left here. I was mostly just stalling; what was a person even to say to a turkey? I’m sorry I butchered your already dead body? Eventually I settled on something pretty neutral, “I’m sorry that you had to go out this way Texas. Deeply sorry that the grocery store even sold you to us. So I hope in the end you can forgive me from the bottom of your turkey leg.” I finished.
“Very nice.” Kole complemented.
“Thank you. I’ve been thinking off what to say since I started cooking him.” He started to giggle but stifled it quickly. We were technically still at a funeral.
“So… we’ve said goodbye… now what?” he asked.
“We do what every other person does on TV shows.”
“What’s that?”
“We throw it out the window and yell FORE to warn the passer byers below.” I bent down to pick up the box but Kole suddenly yelled. I dropped the box. “Where’s the fire!”
He gave me a puzzled look, “Why are you asking about fire? Never mind, we can’t do that! We named him!” he paused, “It just seems kind of cruel doesn’t it…?”
I straightened myself and nodded, “I guess it is kind of cruel. We did name him.” I repeated. Thank god he didn’t want to do that. I was pretty sure I could get arrested for throwing things out of a ten story window.
“So we’ll throw him in the dumpster tomorrow then.”
“Yes, early tomorrow morning.” I decided, “We’ll get up an hour before six so we can dump him and get ready for school without Vincent harassing us. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good to me.” he beamed.
“Perfect.”
“BED TIME!” I yelled and threw him over my shoulder. He was laughing in sheer joy. I was tickling him as I ran out of the kitchen. I sprinted into his room and dumped him on his bed. He bounced back up and laughed. The night had been great and the evening salvaged. I wished I could say it was because I got rid of Vincent but he had been kind of pleasant after dinner.
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