"Styles, meet FBI Agent Caroline Forbes. She will be on your case and with you every day until she gathers more evidence and can turn you in, or you confess," the Sheriff informs me as I glance from him back to her, and she gives me a polite smile...
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By the time I reach my car from the grocery store, the time already reads three in the afternoon, and I scold myself for being so late for Harry's, but I hope he'll forgive me considering the reason I'm late in the first place.
Harry has complied with every 'stupid' anger exercise I've put him through this past week. We both lost count at how many pillows we've gone through, and the only thing you can see in his dumpster are white feathers. I know he did not enjoy being told what to do, and I was reminded of it through every eye-roll before stuffing the kitchen knife in those white pillows, but the change I've noticed in him has proven that I did my research well.
Unfortunately, there's only so many pillows you can buy before Target gets suspicious from seeing you so often, and the employees ask you personally to quit making them go out of stock.
And there's only so many pillows the police department, mainly the sheriff, would allow me to buy, since I was always using their money to buy the anger-relieving supplies.
Like hell was that coming out of my paycheck.
So, now I am hoping that this past week of appeasing Harry will be enough, since there will be no more pillows.
I went to the grocery store today to buy things to actually try making him dinner for once as a peace offering. On a serious note, I want to show Harry that I appreciate him dealing with me for quite a while now and what I've been putting him through, because what no one else seems to understand is that this has to be just as hard for him as it might be for me in trying to solve this and get some confession out of him. There's only so far you can push a stubborn person, and he's definitely not used to not getting his way.
I'm also kind of going the route of killing him with kindness now. He and I have gotten along on better terms after this week, since I think he secretly, very deep down, enjoyed the pillow therapy. We are civil now, despite the frequent name-calling and complaining. I figure I owe him a thank-you-for-putting-up-with-me dinner.
I just can't believe it took me over two hours in the grocery store.
Frantic parents filled the store, buying last minute candy and costumes for their children before sundown tonight, since the busy night of Halloween is here. The lines were packed to check out. I'll admit that cooking is not my area of expertise, and that deciding what the hell the difference between parsley and cilantro was might have taken me a while, but even then, I spent more of my time in that line surrounded by frustrated parents, and many screaming children. I am so, so late for work.
Looking over to the bagged ingredients in my passenger seat, I can't help but think back at my notion I came up with in my time standing in that long line.
It is Halloween, which means that maybe I should keep a better eye on Harry and stay with him longer. Tonight is a night where playing murderer is accepted, and even though I've gotten to know him better, that doesn't mean he is not guilty.
