The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Chapter 43

Charles with his books in hand got off of the bus and carried on towards the public library. The autumn leaves swirled and blew all about in the careless wind that morning. As the man hobbled along he couldn't help but to take a quick stop and study the various school children scurrying about with their Halloween costumes on while waiting at the nearby park for their school buses to arrive. Some were wearing disguises that bore the images of witches, vampires, and Frankenstein, or Star Wars characters.

Out of all of them, the only masks he couldn't seem to spot were ones that he expected to see more than any of the others. Out of all the children and their costumes, not once did he see one that even resembled such an evil plague that he had in mind. It was nowhere to be found within the throngs of children that were happily frolicking to and fro. The mask was completely vacant to his sight.

Charles swallowed before turning and resuming his march up the tall library steps and into the warm building where librarians were either dressed up in costumes or not. The man, completely oblivious to his surroundings, carried on towards the front counter. The instant he reached the counter he placed his books down and went for his wallet within his pocket.

"I'll be with you in a moment." A male voice said from behind a shelf.

Charles rooted about inside his pants pocket for his wallet. The moment he found it right beside him approached a sweaty and smelly Jeremiah who dropped his bruised books onto the same counter next to Charles'. Charles timidly glanced over at the untidy young man as if he were looking at an unfortunate soul that required both aid and prayer. Jeremiah returned the gesture, only his gaze was meeker, like he was too ashamed to look anyone in the eye. The two men stood only a few inches apart from the other at the counter awaiting service mercifully sooner than later.

"Okay, sorry about that, gentlemen." A middle-aged white man came up to the counter dressed in a Dracula costume, complete with a black cape, painted white face and plastic fangs inside his mouth.

Both Charles and Jeremiah stood and watched as the librarian checked each and every book. Charles couldn't help but to take notice of the books that the man beside him was checking back in. How similar they were to his.

"You can definitely tell its Halloween just by the content that comes in and out of here." The librarian smugly stated.

Charles could smell the man beside him. His aroma was shockingly pungent. He wanted so badly to turn and say something to him, but there was a force inside of him that kept him quiet and restrained. He couldn't explain it to himself.

Looking at Charles, the librarian said, "Okay, these books are long overdue. So that means you owe seventeen-fifty."

Humbly nodding his head, Charles took out his wallet and handed the man a twenty dollar bill. The librarian gave the man his change. Charles then stood and counted the remaining money inside his wallet while the librarian conducted his business with Jeremiah.

"Okay, and it just so happens that your books are well overdue as well. So your total comes to...sixteen-forty-nine."

Jeremiah searched about inside his pants pockets, but all he seemed to be able to pull out of his wallet were a few bills. "I, uh...all I have is gas money." He miserably commented.

Looking disappointed, the librarian replied, "I'm afraid these books need to be paid for immediately."

Charles watched as the young man beside him did his best to stall for time. He could tell that it was such an agonizing situation to be stuck in.

"I'll pay for his books." Charles stepped forward.

Jeremiah stared so hard at the man that it looked like for a moment he was about to break down and cry. "Thank...thank you." Jeremiah fought to mutter before turning and limping away.

The librarian, with a pair of haughty eyes, twisted his lips and muttered, "We get a lot of homeless people in here around this time of year. It's like an infestation."

Charles ignored the man's remark and handed the librarian the money while watching Jeremiah melt into the crowd of library patrons. All he could do was watch him vanish. Just as Charles was about to head out the door himself, his eyes managed to catch sight of Russell who just happened to be exiting the busy library as well. As if his very life depended upon it Charles gathered his cane and hobbled after the man straight out the building and down the stone steps.

"Hey, Russell," he yelled out.

Russell stopped and spun around. From where he was standing Charles could see the man roll his eyes at him. Immediately Charles staggered down the steps and caught up with him right next to the playground.

Zipping up his black leather jacket, Russell grudgingly asked, "What are you doing here? Mrs. Audra said you got locked up."

"Yes, I got locked up, but that was a whole different matter." Charles carefully answered. "I wanted to talk to you."

Russell stood and studied the man as if he were disgusted with him. "Man, look, I got a really busy morning. "I ain't got time for some jive talk."

"Hold on, hold on now." Charles halted him. "I wanted to talk with you about the other day."

Snickering, Russell said, "Man, I was drunk the other day. Forget everything I said."

"No, you weren't drunk. You and I didn't meet

right then. Even the sharp wind that whistled through

too, have been seeing a lot of things these past

Russell stared before asking, "Things like

full attention. I don't know up from down or

"Man, I don't wanna hear

just like my son used to!" Charles caught him by the

when I was over there in 'Nam?

answers now and not tomorrow. Life doesn't work that way, Youngblood." He sternly responded.

"Better

"Your decision to leave your

Charles in an

out in this lifetime, but I do know that...we may go through the fire for

"I...I miss

messed up if you can admit that you're a mess." Charles said. "I messed up a lot in my time. Quit thinking that

manner. He then looked back up at

even know if it's all over or not. But I'm not waiting around

snickered, "Man,

himself, Charles said, "Shoot, I bet you've never seen someone move as fast on a cane as you

"Nope, not lately,"

down to the hardware store and get that fuse for your icebox. But

the two began walking away, Russell couldn't help but to inquire, "So you've been locked up

"Hey, we don't talk about that." Charles

"Excuse

man steadily walking towards them. The

I help you, sir?" Charles

right hand extended, the man greeted, "Good

unkempt man up and down for

hands inside his coat pockets while glancing around the

and grinning, Charles said, "Yes, it's not too bad.

I could have a moment

meet you back at the apartment." Russell

here is my friend. Whatever you have to say to me you can say in

visit you while you were in

that I was being sought after." Charles sulked. "My time in the hospital was a very trying moment in my life, Mr. O'Dea. A moment I'd rather not revisit if it's all

I certainly didn't catch up with you

"Well, what did

catching you here was meant to happen." O'Dea stepped a bit closer to Charles. "I'm gonna cut right to the chase.

dare budge at that point. All he could do was stare ice at

thing I want to do is uncover old wounds. But I

is there to

courtyard before looking back at Charles and saying, "Well, it concerns the animal attacks that took place both this past summer, as well as

did my son fit into all of that?" Charles began to fidget. "Better yet, if

few months a lot of strange occurrences have taken place, most notably, your son somehow escaping the clutches of the animal that murdered Leroy Cummins. That awful incident inside Ms. Glover's residence in which an animal was heard

again, sir, how does my son

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