The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 24

Captain Kangaroo was conversing back and forth with both Mr. Green Jeans and Mr. Moose on the television while Isaac spoke in a low, overcast tone to his father over the phone.

Dressed in the same clothes from the night before, Isaac watched Isaiah crawl and romp about on the floor with his Fisher Price toy phone while he sipped away on his fourth cup of coffee for the morning. Isaac's mind was from the TV and drifting even further away from his son.

Every so often he would stare down at his scarred fingernails that felt as if someone had pierced each of them with sharp needles.

"Isaac, are you still there?" Mr. Mercer worriedly asked.

Shaking himself awake, Isaac replied, "I'm fine, dad. I just got a bad headache. Did the fuzz bring your car back yesterday?"

"Yeah, they brought it back last night. I think the carburetor needs replaced."

Just then, a long pause prevailed. The pause was soon followed by a moan from Isaac's father.

"Son...is everything alright with you? You sure don't sound fine."

Just judging by his father's stretched out gap in speech Isaac could sense that he was stressed over his grueling ordeal. All the young man could do was sit and shut his eyes in angst.

"Yeah, dad, I just need some time to...to work things out."

"Where's Lynn at?"

"She went out to get some more medicine for Isaiah. She said she'll be back before nine."

"Isaac, just relax and let the good Lord take care of everything. You've got a friend in him."

Out of helpless frustration, Isaac threw himself backwards into the couch where

"Dad...I got something to tell you later on." He flinched, trying with all his

at five, come down to the church and we can talk then. I'd stop by, but the car won't

there." Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back and

"I gotta go to work now. Be

will, dad," Isaac sniffed before hanging up

his father's tenor that he hadn't heard before; it startled Isaac

the child squealed out as he handed his father

forced smile came across Isaac's battered face before taking the plastic receiver, holding it to his ear and saying,

as though a parade were trolling right through the living room. The boy was happy to see someone

Back and forth father and son played until the newsbreak on the television re-ran reports of the murder of the

from the usual talking heads on just what kind of animal could have

in his arms Isaac's eyes were locked firmly on the TV as the screen scrolled through every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive with euphoric

out of Isaac's bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely void of any emotion at that instant, as though someone had shut off a light and left the

handing his father his red View-Master to

Isaac's hands and knees all shook in perfect unison as Leroy Cummins' sharply dressed photo appeared on the television. He remembered the generous man offering him a ride two days earlier, but

"C'mon, man," Isaac struggled as he lifted his aching body from off the couch, "your mom wants you to take a bath before

removed every item of clothing from off the child's body,

Unlike most children, it was never a strenuous chore to bath Isaiah. The child actually enjoyed being wet; just splashing about in the water was all playtime for him. He knew that he should have been paying close attention to the baby at every second, but

chalkboard', Isaac couldn't help but to drown in the hellacious notion that everything that happened two nights earlier was nowhere to be found in

sorts, from that of adults to children, and yet, had it not been for the

Isaac's dead face, alerting him to find his son fiddling with

it'll turn into a habit." Isaac

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