Soap Pt.2
From: Marcos1
Date: Tue, 5 Oct 1999 18:43:24

Location--The Grundy Doublewide Trailer--Collinsport

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"Howard," Selma Grundy grumbled, "there is something going on at that old house. I just know it."

Howard Grundy was cooking cheese toast in the oven. He was being very careful, not to let it burn. He heard what his sister said, but it was as though she were a ghost. He tried to ignore her. He thought about what the fellows said about her back in Tampa Florida that she was an old maid, suffering from lack of dick. A good screwing that is what she needed. She was nuts!

"Howard," she screamed, "did you hear me?"

"Yes, Selma, what is it now?"

"That little girl is so weird. She's playing in the front yard with bars of soap."

"Oh, come on, she's weird and you are the one that spends the whole day and night looking out the window at our neighbors," Howard said, looking in the oven at his burnt toast. "Oh, shit, listening to you ruined my supper. I'm leaving." He walked over to the doorway.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm getting out of here. I'll probably go to the Blue Whale and knock down a couple of beers."

"Don't you dare leave me alone again," Selma shouted, but it was too late, Howard had already slammed the door. She could hear the sound of his motorcycle cranking up. She hated it here. She almost wished that she hadn't inherited the property from her great uncle.

Next door from the Old House windows, Julia Hoffman and Vicki watched Miranda play in the front yard. The little ten year old was speaking to a bar of soap.

"Julia, I'm so worried about her," Vicki said, "everywhere she goes, she carries those bars of soap. Are you sure she's normal?"

"Vicki," Julia said, "her mother was a witch, but I haven't seen any sign of supernatural power coming from her." She paused to light a cigarette and took a puff. "The soap...well, I guess it's a security blanket, kind of thing. Unusual, but nothing to worry about."

Miranda played with the soap. "I know how to wake the witch with iron bridle or a hoop...wake her up...she's not dead...but a spitfire wench that shall rise again." The young girl chanted those words, while toying with the bars of soap, one green, one red.

To be continued--