It was a dark night, too dark for my liking or maybe that is my fear speaking.I kept telling myself it had to be done, I mean someone had to do it, right?
After the longest breath I finally mustered the courage to take the final steps towards the door. You must be wondering why a girl who is afraid of her shadow is doing out in the middle of the night in a place unknown to her.
It all started on a Saturday. I woke up thinking it had been a while since I had such a peaceful night, that peace that prepares you for a war and YES I am the paranoid type.
And to prove my point not too long there was a frantic banging on my door, the sort of banging which conveys an urgency or maybe madness!
I made a dash for the door and there my sister stood , looking she had an encounter with the devil.Just so you know this is a common sight. So there was no need to be alarmed or so I thought.
Runda quickly made her way in and made her self comfortable, then she broke the news. She had had an ugly fight with a her new boyfriend and wasn't sure whether he was alive. she had had one of her rage moments and struck him with the rolling pin. she calmly adds that he was bleeding profusely before he drove off and that was two days ago.
So her reason for almost breaking my door was to be reassured that she wasn't a killer not that the man she had been 'so-in-love' with a week ago was missing.
Her reason for not calling him to find out anything or if he were OK was quite simple really he bled too much and someone had to clean it up. Does that take two days?
My sister was born with an enviable calm or should I say an ability to lay her problems on someone else to solve. So while I slaved away making calls she sat reading a book while sipping on a cup of chamomile tea.
With the calls taking at-least half a day I finally end up at this door to hopefully find that Micheal hasn't decided to see the Lord yet......
to be continued
