AND A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
This week with Arlene and Jeff:
Charlotte had put it off as long as she could. The other women had gone to play cards with the men. I have to do this. I can't let them kill Mom, but then again, I can't kill this person, either - this Art Hanes. Why do these people want him killed, anyway, and why have they picked me to do it? If they have the resources to get a gun past all the security out here, surely they could get a professional to do this thing. You read about hit men in fiction novels and you see them in movies. I suppose there are real assassins out there somewhere. Why don't they pay one of them to do this? Why are they destroying my life? Then she asked herself yet again, Who is doing this?
With her cold weather gear on, she stood on the porch looking up at the stars. The snow had stopped and the sky was clear for a time. And with that clearing, the temperature had plummeted after dark. I'm glad we're finally underground with the boring. It's still cold down there, but at least we are out of the wind.
She stepped off the small porch onto the ground. Casually, Girl. You're just out for a stroll to wind down from the day. The stars are pretty tonight; look up at them as if you don't have a care in the world. Go directly toward the camera there, just like you did last night, then walk parallel to the fence. Don't frown. They might be able to see that. These people are wealthy, so it's logical to expect they would have the best equipment...
Have a goodun;