I finally got to talk to her dad. He was wide-eyed and angry; appreciative for my willingness to step up as a neighbor.
I caught up to him as he was leaving for work; he gave me his card after hearing his nightmare-come-true and we're meeting later to take the boy for a walk in the woods, where we'll force him to dig his own grave before dad beheads him with the shovel. My neighbor is a very likeable guy who has worked as a construction contractor. I wouldn't want to be man-boy tonight...
Thanks to all of you who encouraged me to do the right thing and tell Dad.
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so if someone does behead him in the woods, you know you're gonna be blamed, right?
They know where I am all the time and it's in Their best interest to provide me with alibis; last time I was with a pastor, a judge, a woodchuck and Fred Rogers.
Good work. I'm glad you talked to Dad.
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