Sunday, October 18, 2009,
Chapter 13: Lady luck
Ah, Sundays. How peaceful, how glorious. No need to murder, just a day to rest and relax. I stash my tools and gear away into the hidden chest under my bed.I put on a long sleeved white sweater, and some denim pants, then a windbreaker over it. Slipping on gloves and muffles, I step out of the house, taking in a fresh breath of air.Where shall I go?Maybe the café down the street, and have a cup of nice, steaming hot chocolate.When I am there, I see someone familiar. Hunched over a cup of coffee is none other than James Evans.What luck.
11:19 PM