Chapter 52

Whee! A sister. I don’t have siblings ... well ... I did ... but ... fully automatic weapons fire...

It just dawned ... I have a mom. A new mom. The first one was the target. I never met her. A vet ... An Afghanistan armed conflict U.S. Navy corpsman assigned to the Marines. An old man with a sharp pocket knife ripped we triplets out of her dead body. I survived.

Am I callous? Or accepting. The villain in my life is dead ... executed by the state. Do I rejoice or want my turn? He can only be dead once ... no matter that I think I wouldn’t mind throwing the switch ... I might.

Ooo ... those kind of thoughts are boggling. I wonder if Mr. Roland is still alive ... I should find out. I’ve never thanked him for my life.

A Google search ... a phone call...

“Mr. Roland, please.”

‘Why?’

“He saved my life...”

‘And... ‘

“I want to thank him.”

‘Mr Roland will receive the message.’

CLICK

RING

No caller ID ... just RING

“Hello?”

‘By any chance does this concern the terrorist attack 19 years ago?’

“Yes.”

CLICK

Hmm.

Three days later, a triple black Suburban crossed the boundary of my property. Three very fit men in black suits dismounted the Chevy and knocked on Daddy’s door.

“She’s around back.”

I was cleaning the hottub.

I can’t tell you.