Shelby and I had a connection. I know we did. I saw her kneeling during Mass and she glowed as if God was pointing her out to me and me alone. She was so bright and beautiful, and she loved daisies. That’s why I made a special effort to get those for her when I released her.
It’s a good thing I like hats. She hurt me physically as much as she did emotionally. I need time to heal and decide what I’m going to do about my inability to find the perfect mate. I had hoped that with Shelby’s youth and piety, she would be more amenable to my plans. Not so much.
They say that doing the same thing, over and over again, and expecting a different result is insanity. I’m not insane. I change things up. Different places, different ages, different races – even different types of flowers. But maybe it’s time for a totally different approach.
I watch the news. I saw the reports on my family cemetery back in Rock Beach. They’re so confused – and I find that amusing. That FBI agent in charge of this case, Wylder? She’s beautiful and smart. I remember seeing her in Haven with two blossoms of her own. I bet her precious petals are well-behaved and know how to take orders. Maybe I need to head back north.
Maybe it’s time.
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