A memoir of Grace “Slick” Joplin

Chapter 7.0 Intruder

A burglar came to their house, closing in on mother’s bed in the dark, his hands reached her neck trying to strangulate her, farther woke up and attempted to intervene now fighting the intruder, somehow ending out on the balcony, farther was hit by his fist and fell over the railing of the balcony, he never reached the ground just fell and fell, now surrounded by white light, thinking this is the white lights of death.

Farther woke up bathed in sweat, the bedsheet duvet and pillow soaked. A horrible nightmare, must have been the night at Nekudemus inspiring this bad dream.


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A few months later


Mother no longer working decided to register as a freelance writer again, after registration she took down to the now famous EdnaMary Metro Station to get some food. Carol Funke was there today, performing new tunes she had written.

Carol is a daughter of the Funke household just across the street from us, she moved out from the family some time ago, but the house she lived in was demolished due to the city expansion plan. Later she moved in with an older CEO from the contractor company Mr. Singleton. Evil rumours would claim she did some WoHo to get into a house like that, but don’t trust everything you hear, maybe he just felt sorry for pushing a young girl like that to homelessness.


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David’s daughter Angie was pregnant again, spending her maternity leave rebuilding the home with crib and more beds, maybe hoping her partner Spencer Funke might move in.

Angie last day in town before she got the baby was a trip down to the hairdresser. Not to get a cut, just to tell her friend and stylist Gavin how exited she was. Her farter David’s former lover Benni was also in the shop that day. Two day later Angie gave birth to her 2nd son Stephen Loveland.


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Rahan was now almost 18 years old, unbelievable for a dog his size. Oddi eating all the time, was now almost as big as he was. Most of the furniture in our house looked like a pile of trash after a few weeks, spending some money replacing it with new models.


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My maternity leave was over, so I took another interior design job. The client was Kristian Biddle, the farter of the child living in the house, but not married he was no living there himself. I did a room for the teenager. Sadly, it turned out he had no money or at least was not willing to pay, although I believe I did a good job. He never turned up at the house.

Before
(it is not that I did not turn the light on, that was all the light there was)

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After

http://i.imgur.com/8QBsoBZ.jpg

Editorial


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All the children and teens, waiting outside the school door for the headmaster to call them in at 9 AM


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