“How many words a minute can you  
type?”                                 
     “I'm not sure. Let's see,” She set
a timer and started typing.            
     Even before half a minute had     
passed, she’d already typed over forty 
words, but as I started reading it,    
“What the hell is this?!”              
     I read out loud some of what she’d
written, “'All humans must die.' What  
the hell is that all about?”           
     “It's true. But, I'm going to have
to stop there and promise to tell you  
the rest of it tomorrow.”              
     “What!” I protested, “You can't   
just leave something like that up in   
the air.”                              
     “I can, and I will. Get out of    
here right now,” she looked at me men- 
acingly, and then I remembered what    
* she’d written, “All humans must die.”    
     I looked at the clock, and she was
right anyway. I was five minutes over  
my time limit, and once again, I was   
running to catch up, and once again the
day dragged on like molasses trying to 
go up hill, but it wasn’t even trying  
today. It just sat there, and the clock
didn’t even move for what seemed like  
an hour.                               
     I tried to ignore it and spent my 
time racking my brain for a way to     
tell someone about Frankie without get-
ting the Cat killed or me fired.       
     Unfortunately, my fantasy world   
was no help at all. The best it could  
do was Beth blowing the door open with 
a shotgun, while I dragged Alicia and  
Sherrie in to show them the evidence.  
     Yeah, that would work.            



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