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Yesterday was an odd Ides of May, I guess. An hour after reading Adjective Queen's funeral post, I get home from work, check the mailbox, and our neighbor comes walking over with the Super Giant Killer and says, "I think she needs to be home for awhile". Of course, I start thinking what did she do this time as she has a certain notoriety for intensity. The household next door consists of an elder and her two single adult daughters. Their granddaugther/niece is the Killer's age and lives down the street, so she spends a lot of time next-door and plays with the Killer a lot. So, the neighbor says she just came home from work and everyone in the house was crying. Apparently the Killer was thinking of her Gram and began to miss her very much and she started to tell stories about her. Then Annie, the little friend, started to miss her recently departed grandfather, and by this time Grandmother began to miss her dead husband and their old house and began to tell stories about him. Annie remembered the old house and started crying about having to move and then the Killer started missing her old house. So, when our neighbor walked in from work she was met with weeping and gnashing of teeth and sent both girls home to grieve in their own fashions. So, what does the Killer do? She attacks her consoling mother about our moving and wanting her old house back.

Another weird thing happened to the girls yesterday. After dinner they went to Big Northwest Side Library and as they approached the circ desk, a boy rushed in shouting , "Help! It's an emergency! I need to use the phone!" Apparently he had been running and was shirtless and presented himself quite a spectacle. He claimed a man was after him and he needed to call his mother. Apparently no one seemed to know what to do and soon an adult male in apparent possession of his shirt came in and tried to coax him back outside, but he wouldn't go. Unfortunately, The Self became so distressed that they had to leave so I don't know the final outcome of the event. I'll try and make a call and get the scoop. Self thought he was being abducted and YHWH thought he had some mental problems. I just don't think an abductor would stick around that long and let a crowd of people see his face, but then I don't deal with this everyday. For some reason, The Self was bothered by this all night.

UPDATE
I checked with personnel at Big Northwest Side Library and the report is that the librarian handled it just fine and the boy's mother came and picked him up.