Scary Days and Exorcisms

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Healy didn't talk as we ambled away from the public storage yard

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Healy didn't talk as we ambled away from the public storage yard. You could almost hear his brain working, but he didn't communicate what he was thinking. He muttered to himself but his words were unintelligible. I couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't in shock over father's disappearance. My biggest worry was how to fill him in about father without sending him over the edge mentally or running for the nearest exit.

 My biggest worry was how to fill him in about father without sending him over the edge mentally or running for the nearest exit

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We were within a block of the funeral home when I spotted a police car in front of 1st Class Beauty & Barber. That's the beauty shop run by Martha, the girl responsible for my makeover. She was standing on the sidewalk, looking very shaken as she talked to a lady cop. When I approached and she spotted me, Martha ran into my arms sobbing. Based on our last encounter, which was strictly professional, her outpouring of emotion caught me by surprise. She blabbered something about a break-in. In an effort to break some of the tension, I introduced her to Healy. I said Martha was an old school chum. That seemed to ingratiate Martha even more to me, and she hugged me all the harder.

Another female cop stepped out of the shop's front door onto the street and spotted Martha sobbing in my arms

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Another female cop stepped out of the shop's front door onto the street and spotted Martha sobbing in my arms. The constable was one of those short, stout butch types and she didn't have the time or patience for Martha's crying. When I asked what was going on, the cop ignored the question and told Martha to report the matter to her insurance company. The cop started to walk to her partner waiting at the police car but my boyfriend, a little pissed, stepped up.

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