The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 32

"When or if you see your sister, tell her to give us a call!" Mr. Glover said aloud over the phone before hanging up.

Seated on the couch with Isaiah right next to her sucking on a cup, Mrs. Glover asked, "What did Lavonia say?"

Turning around and grunting, Mr. Glover replied, "She said she doesn't know where Lynn is. But then again, she's probably over there with the rest of them getting high and acting like a bunch of fools!"

Mrs. Glover sat and watched with troubled eyes as her long-suffering husband, still adorned in his blue night watchman's uniform, traipsed back and forth across the carpet.

"Maybe we should call the police again," Mrs. Glover wringed her hands."Just like they said yesterday, they're doing everything they can to look for her."

Mr. Glover rubbed his head. "I can't believe she just up and ran off like this!" He yelled.

"Poor Lynnette has always had her unusual ways." Mrs. Glover turned her head.

"Her ways," Mr. Glover stopped pacing. "Wilma, that girl has lost her ever loving mind! I'm sick and tired of these girls of ours acting like they've got no home training!"

"You don't have to raise your voice."

"Like hell I don't!" The man tossed his arms in the air. "You should've heard Lavonia over that phone. It sounded like she's got a party going on over there with all those kids!"

"She tried." Wilma softly uttered.

"Tried at what?" Mr. Glover approached his wife. "Just where did we go wrong with them?"

Without looking him in the eye, Wilma said, "Lynn is a good girl. There's something else going on with her. I saw it when I got her out of jail the other day. She—

"Hold on, when you got her out of what?"

Wilma's eyes immediately connected with her husband's at that instant. In what appeared to be minutes, the two just stared at each other before Mr. Glover turned away and walked over to the mantle.

"What did the girl do?" He sighed.

"It doesn't matter."

"What the hell do you mean it doesn't matter?" He roared while spinning around.

Just then, the lights in the living room all went out. At once, Isaiah began to cry which only caused Mr. Glover to go into a more rage-filled stomp across the floor.

"Shut him up while I go downstairs and look at the fuse box!"

Wilma got up from off the couch and began for one of the front windows. "It's probably another one of these rolling blackouts!" She shouted before opening one of the curtains to look outside. "But everyone else's lights are still on, Julius!"Once Wilma was through looking outside she turned back around to attend to Isaiah who was trying to climb off the couch and onto the floor."Boy, if you don't get up from off that floor." Wilma lightly warned as she scooped the child up and into her arms.

"The darn fuses are all still on." Mr. Glover announced as he came back into the living room. "You said that the rest of the neighborhood was still up and running?"

"They sure are."Mr. Glover, with flashlight in hand, went over to the front window and gawked out into the dark neighborhood.

"It figures ours would be out while everyone else is still enjoying their electricity. Boy, I tell ya, if it ain't one thing it's another."

"Maybe we should call the bus station." Wilma walked around the living room with Isaiah attached to her. "They usually have a lot of people going in and out of there."

continued to stare out at the various houses before he

that means she's fixin' to skip town. And just why would she want to do that,

"God only knows." Wilma said. "That child's soul is

the front door sidestepped Wilma's every word. Julius nearly dropped his flashlight before he turned and went for the door. Wilma stared oddly at the door before

the door and opened

you had a power outage." A man's deep, foreign sounding voice

shined his flashlight into the man's face. "How did you get here so quick," he squared his

de neighborhood." He answered, "We saw

tuned to the man's smiling, bearded face. "Uh...look, we'll just get in touch

The name's Arthur Bushard. And dis here is

steps with her own toolbox in hand. He noticed that

to service you better, sir." Arthur continued

Julius glanced back behind him at his wife before turning around to face Arthur.

desperate. "De sooner we get

food to

Julius hesitated for what seemed like countless seconds before he stepped

she wanted was to see the two of them inside her house, which was exactly why her grip on Isaiah's waist increased with every passing minute. Just their

nice home, sir." Arthur marveled at

remarked. "The fuse box is down in the basement. Let's see some

"Yes, sir,"

with her toolbox, ventured out of the living room and towards the

we were in de neighborhood when we were." Arthur

"We're used to it

in a

take?" Julius asked while still shining his flashlight. "It just seems

"Not much longer, sir," Arthur responded. "My sister is

is your sister?" Julius

sir, for quite some time now," Arthur's smile grew larger. "Our business should not take

sworn that girl looked awfully familiar. Awfully familiar," he

Arthur. She noticed that every time Julius would remove the flashlight's beam away from his

"So tell me, how long have you and your sister

a while now," Arthur said. "We came here with our brother

"I see. So where are you guys

his left to see the mantle above the fireplace. The man then ventured over and viewed the various frames of family members that layered the mantle."I

them." Julius shined

Arthur viewed each and every picture, in the dark no less, until he came across Lynnette's frame. Right there, the man's

Suddenly, Isaiah began to cry. Wilma tried to calm the child but he just seemed to grow more agitated with every

gonna go see what that girl is doing." Julius

don't you go

someting very sweet to my ears." Arthur gradually turned around with Lynnette's picture in hand.

crying as Arthur placed his toolbox onto the floor. "We have known all along where dis house is." Both

get the hell

then. It sounded like someone was moving furniture across the floor.Without a moment's hesitation,

"Who the hell is

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