So there I am, a full week after reading that story, ironing a shirt. I'm working on the left sleeve and it hits me...
"Son-of-a-BITCH!!! It was his MOTHER! It was her the whole time! She killed him so her son would get called out of witness protection by the FBI to help with the investigation, knowing he would learn the truth about his real father since he would be the PRIME SUSPECT!!!
... SHIT!"
I yelled all this in my living room with a hot iron in my right hand... Mostly naked
1 comment:
You're blogging again! I just spent several enjoyable minutes catching up, and am feeling kicked in the butt to remember mine again, too.
Thanks, Nigel. :)
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