I didn't feel like doing anything it was about 12:45am. I walked into my kitchen and drank some milk. Something moved behind me. I turned back.
"MOM! Geez scared the living daylights out of me! What are you doing out of bed? You should be sleeping." My mother Mable was 54. She got up, trembling.
"Son....." She started. Her tone very sympathetic.
"Mom. What happened? Is dad ok? Are you?"
She looked down and then smiled up at me.
"Jonathan... You know we love you...But your 23 you need to move out... Your father and I are moving into a home in 10 days. You have 9 days to move out." She didn't look back up at me. She left the room. I sat and thought.
Where in the heck am I supposed to find a place in 9 days????
I went to sleep. I dreamt with Natalie. She was guillty. But not of killing her boyfriend. Of what then?? I don't know but I'll find out.
Then next morning I woke up and took forever to get dressed. Why? I don't know. I put on my pin stripe suit. Black of course. And my black leather shoes. I looked good. I snapped a picture.
I left for work. Passing by starbucks buying myself a java chip frappacino. I got in at around 6:15 am.
I started reading Natalie's file. Clean. Not one wrong thing until now.
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