by Nace Phlaux
HAYLEIGH MAZZARO, Witness: We’re just thankful the wind kept the flames from jumping to any of the buildings beside the warehouse.
INARI TWEBMLY (voiceover): A bird’s-eye view from Fox 29’s SkyFOX shows the remains of framework for the warehouse’s inventory still smoldering and bending to the heat.
INARI TWEMBLY: Sources tell me the fire is under control, though a few hot spots still exist. Two bodies have already been recovered from the rubble, and early investigations lead to the local homeless trying to stay warm in what has been one of the colder nights of the season thus far. Police have initiated a mandatory migration from the local homeless settlement behind the Bristol Pathmark to shelters with any available room, which sources say is proving to be hard to come by this time of year. This is Inari Twembly, FOX 29 News, reporting tonight from Bristol Township. Back to you, Carrie.
Candy 7
1526 Marsha
Yardley, PA 19067
February 16, 2013
Dear Dorothea,
My stranger never showed. He hasn’t been online or responded to my messages. If Facebook is to be believed, he hasn’t even read anything I’ve sent. I’m sick of him, this town, and the whole situation. After waiting in the bar for longer than any rational person should have, I paid for a room with the joint card I have with Jer. That bought all the drinks and food at the bar as well, not to mention the room’s mini-bar. It let Jer know where I was if he ever cared, and it drained him of a little money. This all started with his cheating, so he deserves the expense.
I can’t go home. I refuse to go anywhere near Purple Heart again. The charity I’ll still donate to, of course, but you couldn’t pay me enough to work with that woman again. That girl, I mean to say. No grown woman would cover themselves in such a disgrace and then flaunt their disgustingly inked bodies for men to paw at. It’s horrible, Dottie. A waste of a perfectly God-given form.
And speaking of which, there’s another reason I can’t go home. If I even have a home anymore. The boys will side with Helyne, and who am I to argue? It’s all too much to tackle with that one. Her lies, the drug use, the cover-up, her using my secrets as her own personal arsenal. My heart can’t take it, Dottie. You know me. Maybe we could discuss one issue at a time, but with everything so entangled, my blood pressure, mercy, I’m seeing red just thinking of it all.
My pills are still at home, and all I’ve got is this clothing on my back. Nothing I take is too life-or-death, but my joints are giving me trouble already. Maybe Jer’s card can pick me up supplies before leaving town. I tried calling Christy, partly to talk about me leaving Purple Heart and partly to find out whether she ever tracked down the bag of money from her synagogue, God bless her. The line goes straight to voicemail every time, and now it’s saying the box is too full to leave a message.
Platitudes and scripture keep running through my mind, but they give me little strength so far. God doesn’t close a door and so on. You know my mother would’ve suggested I speak with a priest, but where do I even begin? How would he relate? Where in the Good Word do these situations come up? Well, maybe in the Old Testament. Things get a little off by the time you reach Zephaniah. When all is said and done, everyone in my house would be stoned or burned by the village for our sins. If anything, I probably need a confession the most.
I just keep thinking of Helyne and her “Poor me!” attitude. Everyone at her restaurant hates her, you say? Color me shocked. It’s not because you’re the owner’s daughter, sweetheart. Someone needs to plant that girl in front of a mirror for a good, long look. It is what it is, hon. God help us all.
I’m driving west to clear my head. If that doesn’t happen, I’ll swing by your house. Don’t worry about cleaning or doing anything special on my part, especially with such short notice. Seeing you again will be nice enough, if I do go that far. If not, we’ll have to arrange something later in the year perhaps. Keep me in your prayers, Dottie. And call my cell when you get this.
Love,
Candice
Manny 10
From: Emmanuel Quinn ([email protected])
To: [email protected]
Sent: Friday, February 22, 2013 12:05 PM
Subject: Hey Again
Dear Ro,
I been hoping to hear from you on Valentine’s, and I didn’t want to call myself in case you lowkey with a side chick. But I tried later, and it went to voicemail, but it said your box is full. Your work email gone since you a no call no show for three days. I even called Miss Christy at the agency, but they say she gone. The kids say they haven’t heard nothing from her in a while, so I’m hoping that’s on you.
Half the kids gone already anyway. The whole office is moving to the Somerset office. An old fat white sucka came in and brought pretzels, talking about exciting news and nobody’s getting laid off blah blah blah. Sure, nobody laid off if you move to Jersey or drive 3 hours round trip every day. Nah, fam, I’m good on that. Some people already got jobs and packed up. A couple really doing the move to Jersey. Almost everybody just sitting around doing jack. An hour don’t go by without hearing Miss Kimberly sobbing cause nobody wants to hire her old ass.
They saying my department’s shutting off the lights, but I’m not going nowhere near Jersey. Two of mine say they working two days a week in the office and the rest from home. I’d as soon find something else closer to the city. Kamica’s pushing me to get a late shift at her jawn, but she’s just tryna get me on as Kingston’s babysitter while she works. I love Little Man, of course, but she don’t gotta be lying about what she wants, ya know?
Listen, I hope you keeping outta trouble. I’m not too proud to admit I miss my Latino prince. Who else am I gonna get to call me a mareconcito and pretend I hate it? Hit me up when you get some time. Don’t matter when. Not like I got meetings to go to anymore.
Thanks,
Manny Quinn
Assoc. Mgr – Physician Validation
t: +1 (215) 680-3747
41 University Dr.
Newtown, PA 18940
www.episync.biz
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February 22, 2013
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