《I was a senior citizen werewolf》5)
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5)
There was a fruit basket in front of the gate to the estate.
Sort of a pastel pink, like it was repurposed from a Easter basket, and I could see some home made jellies or preserves with red and white checkered patches of cloth rubber banded over the lids.
There was a card with my name, John Lathe, written on it in large handwritten lettering. In several colors of crayon.
Nope. Back the car out of the drive way and head on down the road. Fast.
Call me paranoid, but, someone had set out a silver plated bear trap, presumingly for werewolves, and since I am now a werewolf, then somebody is, in fact, at least in general, out to get me.
I parked on the side of a gas station up the road and got a bottle of water from the fridge inside. I logged into my security system with my snazzy new phone and watched a Ferdinand county sheriff vehicle pull up and a curvy little gal in a uniform hop out of the passenger seat with the basket and arranged it just so in front of my gate, while another older, darker and skinnier woman wearing a sheriff’s badge stepped out the open door on the driver’s side to watch, before looking around and then up at the supposedly hidden camera in the tree, grin, and hold her hand up to the side of her head while mouthing the words “Call me.”
According to my brother, the charity hadn’t done anything with my old house yet, I could probably move back in.
The camera showed the two gals getting back in their car and driving off. No one had gotten out and hid in the bushes to either side of the gate, plus the front gate just had about twenty feet of decorative wall to either side, if someone wanted to jump me they could access the whole property from just about anywhere instead of trying to get pass the gate.
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The county sheriff’s department identified the women as Sheriff Adora Karras, and a search on google brought up a news article from two years back welcoming the new deputy sheriff Deborah Adams to her new job.
So...real police, for what it’s worth. Guess they can find me anywhere...so no good taking the ”run back home” option
It turned out that the basket had preserves by the look of the bits of solid fruit in them, apple and cherry by the hand written labels, as well as the card, some vacuum sealed packets of jerky from Marv’s mart, two bags of roasted nuts from the same, and a comic book plastic sleeved sheet of typing paper with a crayon drawing of a what I guessed might have been meant to be a wolf in a bear trap and the words “Thanks, Milinda Adams”
A relative of the deputy. A Daughter? Younger sister?
I headed in and up the drive. Hit the remote to open the garage door, and drove in without anyone sliding under the door at the last minute.
The letter held a thank you card with a hand written message thanking me for helping her daughter and left a phone number asking me to contact her so Milinda could say thank you in person.
So, werewolves or not? More importantly, are werewolves part of and running the local sheriff’s department?
Since Milinda’s card showed her as a wolf, but the cards says thanks for saving her daughter, chances are they at least know, that I know, what they are.
They may or may not know that little misspelled Melinda had bit me, or if they did know, they may not know if it took, assuming it was possible that a bite didn't always transmit the condition.
They know who I am and where I live, but instead of some big guy showing up with some flunkies, I got a basket of snacks and a soft touch invitation to get in contact, along with whatever message looking at my hidden camera was supposed to convey.
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Luckily I have the changing room if I feel the need to go scream and stomp my feet, it even had a chair to kick. Maybe after I put the ice cream and other cold stuff away
Thirty seven years of buying a lotto ticket everytime I filled up the gas tank, just so I could daydream about having a nice place to live and to not have to work the rest of my life, then right up to the point I was ready to retire on my pension and social security, I win, quit the job, buy the house, settle in for a decade or so of a life of leisure before I drop, and now this.
Well, ever since I won I had been waiting for the other shoe to drop, nothing good ever happens to me unless something bad is about to follow, guess it’s time to pay the piper.
But right now my stomach was growling even after demolishing a whole hickory barbecue chicken, half a tray of corn bread, and a double helping of fries, plus cheesecake, less then two hours ago.
I finished putting everything away and eye-balled the basket. Hell with it. Four peanut butter sandwiches on toasted white bread, and some black cherry preserves on top of the real butter spread onto the top slices while they were still hot from the toaster felt like it would hold me over till dinner, and if it was poisoned to knock me out or something, then the house was pretty well build and had alarms that went to the security company who would call the local police, not the county sheriff, as well as my law firm.
Taking a nap afterwards was entirely a matter of habit, a full stomach and a desire to let my brain stop thinking in circles for a while as I let my hind brain process things for a bit.
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