Bertha is definitely poisoning me.
I didn't finish my oatmeal last month and I put it down for the cat. I just can't stop thinking about how she took it away from it so fast before it had a chance to eat it. She seemed panicked. I've been aching, and my stomach hurting, and Susie says the whites of my eyes are turning blue.
This has been going on a long time now, getting slowly worse. It's like the boiling frog. She thinks if it's gradual, I won't think much about it. That might have worked for a while, but not any more.
Still, if I tell someone, like the police, they'll think I'm paranoid and lock me up. No one takes a retired blind casino guy seriously. Especially one with crazy relatives. That's one reason I have never told Bertha about Hoppy. I don't want her to have any leverage to say insanity runs in the family. So, how does she talk to him?
And no one would really care if I die. I don't do anything for anyone that's useful any more. I'm not even sure running a chain of casinos was considered providing a benefit to society anyway.
The food tastes worse and worse. So, I can't eat it very often, but Bertha won't let me eat meals at restaurants any more. So I'll either starve to death or die of poisoning. I'm not getting enough nutrition, for sure. I wonder if it's affecting my mind. I wonder if that's why I so often "see" Bertha wrestling with a red devil.
Yesterday, the devil knocked her down on the floor, and she started bleeding out her mouth. I heard something too, but it might have been a police siren.
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