Omens in Boxes

31^st December 2012

Dear Cassi,

What day has come when we find omens in boxes? Today Pickles had two Hammer Mill paper boxes sitting in the den and I asked where they had come from. Pickles said that Pony Girl had dropped them off. When I asked him why he said he couldn’t remember.

       

“It sounds to me as if you’re planning something and as it involves Pony Girl it can’t be good for me,” I said. I was using the real names of my siblings, but you know how I feel about that sort of thing.

       

Pickles then said that the inspector would come soon to look at the work that had been done by the contractor and that I had to make sure he could get into my lavatory. I told him that this was good to know and left it where it was for the day.

       

I took pains to get away from Pony Girl when she visited Pickles today. I decided to run out and buy root beer floats for all my homeless residents. This was a grueling thing to do on New Year’s Eve but I wanted to spend time.

       

Now I’ve got four cartons of Vanilla Bean Driers ice-cream and eight two liter bottles of root bear for my clients tonight. Let us hope I can bring joy even when I have none of my own.

Search your soul, Cassi,

Richard Leland Neal