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They say…

August 8, 2011

They say a secert is due me this day… wonder what that might be?

In the past when the cosmos has talked about revealing a hidden truth, it has always delivered. While I feel Charley beginning to walk away from this thing, I feel others beginning t0 warm up to it. I have not heard from Miss M. in a week or two and am hopeful that she has more she will share with me.

I apologized about the broach… but Miss M.? Will you tell me if Theodore was involved with this? Did he know the MOT?

Think… who else was involved with the ring of porn? How many husbands betrayed their wives? How many other young woman were lured to the trailer?

A hidden secret today!

When it happens…

August 8, 2011

As I am writing the book, I am constantly required to go back through my notes and back through the clues. So many have your name attached to them, Grim. I cannot imagine what it must feel like knowing that for 46 years you have gotten away with murder, but that one day very soon someone will knock on your door and say…

“Mr. Reaper? You’re under arrest… ”

When it happens… will you keep  copy of the newspaper article for me?


Yesterday my husband found something washed up on shore…

August 4, 2011




You know how
I collect all the ridiculous things that float up on my shoreline? Well, I now have
a rather eclectic collection of gifts from the lady of the lake. Let’s see… I
have twenty seven bobbers, various shells that have caught my eye, half a
fishing rod, a pair of goggles, one street lamp globe-(which I returned to its
rightful owner three coves over) a jar of fish bait goop, a shoe, various
pieces of decking and Styrofoam dock material, a 2 Mile marker, a large orange
road safety barrel, a worm bait, a lure bait, various dead fish- (including my
first Gar) and yesterday my husband found something washed up on shore I’ve
never gotten before!


So, what do
you think it means when the cosmos sends you a possum?

Hmmmmm…. Could
it mean that somebody is playing dead? Or that someone is really dead… or
about to dead?

The possum was
pretty convincing. He didn’t move for a whole day, so we buried him.

What do you
think, Grim? Getting nervous?

You must be.

Why else
would they show you as moving money around? Shifting it from one place to
another. Hard to keep track of all that hush money and pay-offs. Not easy to
hide that kind of unsubstantiated cash flow? Just imagine…All those illegal
profits just circling various bank vaults like the undulating currents that
brought me my dead possum! Can’t wait to see what the lady of the lake brings
me next!


Oh… and if
you’re planning to go on an extended trip somewhere?  Think twice.

You know
they’ll find you. And even if they can’t…

I can!

Birthday to my husband!)

“Three days… three days… three days…”

August 1, 2011

“Three days… three days… three days” they whisper in her ear. Someone is failing. Someone who has information who can no longer hold on. Someone who needs to disgorge before it is too late.

A feather fell before me yesterday on the shore.

Last night they told me:

“Go to page 14… page 14… page 14. Go to the 7th line down from the top… read.”

Then they followed with:

“Page 21… page 21… page 21… read.”

I went to page 14 and page 21. It talked about a Phillips 66 gas station, the people by the river and the phone call made from the farmer with the cheese cutter the night Charley died.

Mentioned the men of WoW…not WOW.


They talked about Carlos. They talk about the innocence. They talked about the set-up and the money he was paid to keep an eye on things. Then they said:

“Open the envelope…. the white envelope… just open it.”

I will.

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