The whole dinner table paused gasping for air.
“Don’t you work there?” Pamella asked her High school sweetheart she married and has five kids with, named Kirk.
He continues eating his meatballs in spaghetti sauce.
“Oh my God.” She gets up and picks up her 1 year old baby girl, again “Oh my God.”
She comes back with a shotgun and the baby under her arm shouting “Don’t move a muscle.”
With their mouths still filled with a bite to eat for the long drive to her mother they leave through the front door.
Her final words are “You sick bastard”
The sound of the TV and Kirk’s chewing fills the mobile home.
Scraping the last bits from his plate the TV reports
“The police has found the person responsible for this horrible act of violence in a back room where he had shot himself with his last bullet.”
He looks at the empty dinning table and laughs softly.
He goes to the ‘loo’ and drops a load.
In the most serene place in the house he rests his head for a moment.
Wipes his butt and pulls up his pants he see’s the calender hanging on the door, it’s still on last month.
So this is what can happen if you don’t tear off the previous month on the calender.
He tears of the old month revealing this month.
With a smile on his face he looks at his two weeks vacation written boldly across the squares.
