“Bill?I mean um, Mr.Sonners?”
“She wutn’spoosed tuh bbe…..ssshe shou’ve bbeen…... bbbut tonight wus her goin’ o’ nigh’! Whuy?”
“Why are you here?”I blurted out without thinking. I mean oubviously the reason was right in front of me, and a gruesome sight it really was;blood spattered on the floor, the walls, Mr.Sonners, and any other nook or cranny it could find.
“Whur’s Mr. Finchman?”He growled, all traces of remorse gone. All exept for the undried tears clinging to his wheathered and tired old face.
“I..I..I ddon’t kkknow.” I breathe.
“Wull then yuh bettuh think abuht it, less yuh wanna juhin hurh.”
“I..I…..”
I ran.
STUPID IDIOT
Who knew that an old man could run so fast?
“Oh nuh yuh duhn!” he bellowed.
I stopped and turned around, an idea springing to my mind.
” But I thought you wanted Mr.Finchman?”I replied with a sweet little vioce that I’ve never used before.
Please let the silly little girl trick work.
I would be better if i was a blond.
Oh well.
“Oh, well guh ahed.”