Ms. Carlyle

I finally saw that little b***h, caught her red-handed. Well I didn't do much about it, but I saw them nonetheless. I made up some lie about needing a night for my upset stomach, Scáth said he understood. I waited in the cafe and as soon as I saw her making her way towards the field, I counted to 45 and followed. I wanted to be close, but not too close- you understand. As I followed her shadow, I had no idea where she was going; but as I approached the cotton field I realized she was headed straight for the old abandoned shed. Who she was meeting and why, I could only guess.

As I inched closer and closer, I took longer and longer so as to not make a noise. I also went around the long way so I wouldn't pop out on the trail next to what used to be the door. Instead I popped out by the what-used-to-be window on the other side of the building. I sat for a few minutes watching her alone in the rotted shack. Just as I was about to leave, she started to sing. I'd heard the tune in town somewhere so I knew it was a new song.

She sang and danced , and I was disgusted. Even more disgusted when that Italian dope showed up with a bouquet of wildflowers for her. They snuggled and kissed; almost emptying my stomach in the process. Just as I was about head back, thinking I had all I needed... I heard him plot. I heard the plan for him to help her escape. I was so shocked I stepped back without thinking and snapped some twigs beneath my feet. They stopped and listened while I was trying to contain my breath in my lungs. They eventually started to speak again and I decided to stand still until they both had gone. I already had enough on her to make her as dead as that rubbish mother of hers, which is exactly what I was compelled to do.