it.”
He wasn’t into offing kids, but this complicated his situation. This little altercation could bring unwanted attention, which he didn’t need. It was time to leave.
He began loading up the heavier pieces of his camping equipment, and then packed up what was inside the tent. As soon as it was empty, he took it down, as well, working with one eye on the campsites behind him, hoping he didn’t see some irate parent coming his way. Still, it verified what he’d been thinking all along. No more public campgrounds for him.
It’s your own fault.
Hershel groaned. Now Louise decided to show up. If she’d spoken up earlier, he wouldn’t have been so antsy with the kid.
“Well, hell, Louise, of course it’s my fault. You continue to remind me that everything is my fault, including your demise.”
Leave now, Hershel. Stop now and go to Mexico. We talked about it once. You can go there now and disappear.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. I’ll go when I’m ready and not before.”
You are a mean man, Hershel Inman, and you are going straight to Hell.
“Yes, so your little doppelgänger said a few minutes ago...or words to that effect. Now beat it. I need to finish packing.”
You’re going to be sorry...be sorry...be sorry...
Hershel was livid. Louise’s nagging was so off the wall she was beginning to echo. He threw the rest of his things into the truck and took off from the campground without looking back.
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