“Shit! Shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry 
Allie. Shit! I’m so sorry, but I gotta 
leave. Are you ok?” finally asking her 
like an idiot.                         
     Even though the video and Darkness
were gone, I figured it’d probably be a
good idea to go home anyway, just in   
case it was a trick.                   
     “I’ll live, but we gotta talk,”   
she said while rubbing her hand, and   
then offered to drive me home, after I 
told her again that I had to leave.    
     On the way, I had no idea where to
begin, because like I said earlier, I  
don’t just tell anybody anymore about  
what I did.                            
     We did decide though, after riding
along in silence for a while, that     
Alicia and her husband would come over 
that Sunday, and we’d talk about it    
* then.                                    
     They did, and we broke bread with 
them. It was fun. Beth loved them both,
and I had to admit, Alicia’s husband,  
Rupe, was a pretty cool dude.          
     Later in private, while Rupe and  
Beth talked football, I explained to   
Alicia about some of it, and she told  
me, “I understand Crim. I don’t like   
what’s going on there either. Obvious- 
ly, not as much as you do, but I do    
understand.”                           
     “I just wish...” and that’s when I
got an interesting thought, “You’ve    
heard of the five-second rule, right?” 
     “Five-second rule?” She asked and 
looked down at the floor for a couple  
seconds, and then asked, “You’re not   
talking about when food falls to the   
floor, are you?”                       



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