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The Real Terror of Thrifthaven
R. Alex Whitlock
Since moving to Thrifthaven, I have seen a number of things.
Drugs,
police,
violence, alcoholism,
self-love,
arson, and, of course, the
knife in the door.
And then, today, I saw
Loren again.
I was more scared than I have been in a long, long time.
Observations
I think this post had more links than content. :-)
Run away!
Well, nothing happened. I nodded hello and pretended that I was going to Eel's house. Then I went to the store, bought a Richard Nixon mask and pretended to be the former president so he wouldn't recognize me.
Okay, I made that last part up.
*SHUDDERS*
That guy's freaky. Who's left that will actually hang around with him anyways?
I'm guessing nobody. That's the only reason I can think of that I didn't need the Nixon mask. He wasn't there when I got back.
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