Where Are You Now?

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O n Saturday morning he was overcome with one of his periodic episodes of remorse. He felt terrible about what he had done. I didn’t think I’d ever kill anyone again, he thought. I was scared. After the first one, I tried to be good. But then it happened again twice. I still tried to stop. But I couldn’t. But then he made me do it again-and again. And after that I couldn’t stop.

Sometimes I feel like telling him. But that would be crazy, and I’m not crazy.

I have an idea that I’m thinking about. It would be dangerous, but then, it’s always been dangerous. I know someday I’ll be caught. But I won’t let them send me to prison. I’ll go my own way and take whoever’s around with me.

I haven’t touched the phone since Wednesday night. I’ll make the next phone call on Sunday.

It’s such a good idea.

And after that, I’ll find someone else.

It isn’t time to stop yet.