#1Nonfiction: Will Ceci be seduced by ax crimes, buried girls & mushy poems? Will she fall head-over-ass into a forbidden love affair? Or will she continue down an entirely prudent and reasonable path?
Everything is real.
Everything is true.
The Aut...
Ceci, another dangerous heavy mission. Heading 100 miles southeast. Driving hard through snow, rain, and sleet. Shooting like a rocket to the Elbert County Courthouse.
Why?
I left my keys in the bathroom.
Have to pick them up from Lost and Found.
By the way, the last time I heard from you, your friends were slicing you up, draining out your blood, and a your youngest was sleeping with your ashy remains.
You can't just leave me like that. It creates a painful suspense overdose.
What's all that mean?
Ceci
I'm sorry about the suspense. Work is blowing up.
I'm trying to stay focused and somewhat aggressive to grab as much as I can. My friend Gwen has opened some doors, but I have to step up to the plate and show I know how to play, so to speak.
You know, I'm so easily affected by what I hear and see sometimes, I have to stop reading the tales about what's happening over there with you. It's too much for my wee brain to process. So usually I wait until I have a bit of time to look at what you've written. It's like getting everything out of the way so you can settle into a movie.
There were 9 people in my tiny office the other day. Man did I miss my old office next door. If this keeps up I'll take it back soon.
What do you think those dreams mean? The one with Isaac wasn't really a dream it was just an image that flashed before my eyes while I was lying down.
I think it means, get your affairs in order. I don't know. I have to grapple with my son's future. Starting to cry thinking about it, so I stop, but I realize it has to be done. There is a certainty that I will die someday.
Jack
That deserves....you deserve a thoughtful response.
Driving.
Will reply soon as I can.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Jack
Morning!!
I stopped in Nederland for tea.
It's an old train car converted to a coffee house. Snowy morning. wood-burning stove. Warm & toasty. They're playing 1940's ballads...
I think I'll stay here and write you back.
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