I don’t remember any of that.     
     It took me two years before I was 
even able to smile again, and that’s   
only because of something that I remem-
bered my Mom telling me.               
     “Honesty is worth more than all   
the money in the world,” she said and  
laughed, “Of course, too much honesty, 
can get you into trouble too.”         
     That one’s for you Doc, and you   
too Beth.                              
     Anyway,  during most of those two 
years, I just went through the motions.
     I still worked at the same restau-
rant downtown, and still lived a couple
miles outside the city, in that same   
trailer that I was living in when my   
parents died.                          
     I’d go to work, and then go home. 
I’d eat and watch TV until I fell      
* asleep. That was pretty much my life.    
     At work, I didn’t really like to  
talk to anyone, so never made any      
friends there, and no one ever came    
over to see me. I was glad about that, 
because all I did was say inappropriate
things at inappropriate times, and that
would always get me into  arguments or 
fights.                                
     Hopefully, this part doesn’t get  
the Darkness going again, because this 
is where it really gets bad.           
     One night, while fixing dinner, I 
heard something scratching at the door.
I opened it, and there was a little    
kitten still scratching at the screen. 
That’s why I called her Scratches.     
     I put up posters everywhere, but  
never found out where she came from, or
who her original owner was.            



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