Le Gran Zombi Thanks for picking that out, man. I usually don't see those small things because I write at whim, and I keep the editing to a minimum.
Alright, time for another part I think. Then I should start killing more Gorgons.
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Part 4 - Now there's a name, and an address, too Monday, 1.17 pm, 35 hours before the contact meeting The sun shone brightest in the afternoon. A little boy ran laughing, headed for the slides with a little girl running after him. Suddenly, he stopped, noticing somebody sitting down on the dirt, with his back to one of the monkey bars.
"Hey, mister. You okay?" asked the little boy, a plastic bag in his hands.
Morgan didn't answer. He glared straight up at the two kids who approached him just now, intending to scare them away.
"Maybe he's hurt? We should call granny." the little girl spoke next.
"Tch. I'm fine. Leave me alone, you runts." Morgan snarled, clenching his teeth.
"But, you're all dirty, and dusty..."the girl took notice.
"And smelly, too!" spoke the boy.
Morgan sighed and dropped his head down. He noticed a pair of feet walking towards him.
"Now'ere kids, whatcha doin' this far from you're grandmama?" spoke a voice.
"Granny, I don't think this man is feeling well." the girl turned around to face her grandmother.
"I don't think it's just his feelings that aren't well, Linda." the little boy turned towards his sister.
"Smart-ass." Morgan muttered under his breath, his head still dropped low.
"Now, don't ya go using that kind o' language around kids." the female voice spoke.
This surprised Morgan somewhat. He raised his head. Behind the two kids were a, short, fat, elderly woman of color wearing a pair of black glasses that made her look like she was sight-impaired. In her hands she had more plastic bags, with the same shop banner on the boy's bag.
"Hoo whee. Right as right you swee' angels were. He don't look right by a long shot." the elderly woman spoke.
"Yep, she's blind." Morgan thought.
The elderly woman took off her glasses and continued to fix her eyes on Morgan. He could tell that she found something wrong with him.
"What's on your mind, lady?" he asked.
She didn't reply, but kept her gaze on him. The kids had moved into standing behind her, as if not to disturb what she's doing. Suddenly, a smile came over her face, and she started laughing. Morgan could hear the words 'amazing, very amazing' coming out of her mouth.
"What is it? Why are you laughing? Do I look funny or something?" Morgan asked, getting irritated.
"Get up, my boy, get up. I got a good knowledge you're gettin' next."
"What... the hell?"
"Ho ho, sorry my boy, hell may not be for you. Now git up!"
"Okay, fine, I'm getting up. Now can you get the hell out of here?"
Morgan got on his feet, but before he could wipe the dust off his pants the old lady took his hand and placed a folded piece of paper onto his palm.
"What... what is this?"
"You go where I writ. You'll find help there. Very good help, trust me."
"Help? What, a police station?"
Morgan unfolded the piece of paper. Inside was written the name 'Eldrich Gertreimer' and an address.
"He he, you go there, alright? This kind o' knowledge don't come often. You're lucky you ran into Mama Hoowee."
"Wait, wait, what is this all about? Who is this guy? And what do I have waiting for me in Philadelphia?" Morgan asked in a puzzled voice, his eyes still locked on the written words. When he raised his head the woman was already walking away, her two grandchildren following behind. They turned around to wave him goodbye, and not knowing why, he waved back. Soon they were out of sight.
"Hell. Maybe she's just pulling my leg. I did call one of her grand kids a smart-ass." Morgan thought. He looked at the piece of paper in his hands, now a bit crumpled, and closed the hand into a fist.
"It's not like I have anything to lose, though. Philadelphia, huh?" Morgan turned around and started walking, headed for his office. He could feel his senses coming back to him. Maybe it was thanks to the old lady and those two kids. His hand did not shook the slightest anymore.
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