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…my great-grandmother should of been canonized…by God she would of been if my great-grandfather could of got hold of a cannon…

Monroe D. Underwood

I waited until dark.

I walked back to my car and got my brand-new three-cell flashlight.

I let myself into the Ambercrombie and Jones offices.

I checked the safe in Ambercrombie’s office.

It was locked.

I sat at Myrtle Culpepper’s desk.

Under the desk glass were a few pictures of a couple in the fifties.

There were several of younger couples.

Their ages ranged from twenty-five to thirty-five.

There were about a dozen of kids anywhere from five to fifteen.

I chuckled.

Myrtle Culpepper was a great-grandmother.

Great-grandmothers were the backbone of the nation.

God bless all great-grandmothers.

I turned off my brand-new three-cell flashlight.

I just sat there.

There is nothing worse than just sitting there.

I wished I had brought a six-pack.

In about an hour I changed my mind.

I wished I had brought a twelve-pack.

I tried to call Betsy.

No answer.

I looked around for the FM set.

When I found it I decided not to turn it on.

You just almost never hear Alte Kameraden on FM.

I went back to Myrtle Culpepper’s desk.

I tried to call Betsy.

No answer.