I am going to start an exclusive web story. I am not sure of a title yet but I am always open to suggestions. Here is the first installment...
Part One: The News
Shortly after my cat was murdered the end began. The end is rarely foreseeable but if it was would we really be able to do anything to stop it? It had just started to get cold outside and warm in the house, heaters are a wonderful thing, and the holiday season was fast approaching. The dogs managed to get stuck together which meant one thing, our bitch was in heat again. Our daughter Reagan was bringing home good grades and our son's bad behavior marks were getting fewer and farther between. Even Darlene was adjusting to kindergarden and had stopped throwing fits in the morning and begging to stay home from school. Everything was looking up again.
But that is when it started to happen. We say we don't want to be kicked while we are down but do we really want a good time ruined with such news? I suppose no time is a good time for bad events to occur.
Charlie was up for a raise again, which meant for a good Christmas but when he went out to celebrate I stayed home with the three kids to insure that they would finish their homework and get into bed on time. And the damn dog, she was quite heavy and far in her pregnancy by now and I didn't want to leave her, I was thinking that she might pop out some puppies at any moment and if the kids were alone they might get in the way. I suppose that was the only good luck of it all, that I wasn't there too. Of course if I had been there would things have been the same? Would he have taken a different route, gone to a different bar? Whose to say.
As I was saying I stayed home and had just put Darlene to bed and I would have heard my phone if I hadn't run out to the backyard to check on Macy our pregnant dog. Instead Reagan answered my cell phone, which was vibrating on the kitchen table, a common spot for her to be found while doing her homework.
"Daddy?" She asked the phone I can image the smile on her face when she said it, she had always been such a daddy's girl.
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