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even tied the knot, but it seemed dead. They walked up the road to a sharp corner and found the creek near the road that indicated the entranceway to Bud’s cabin (Josie’s dad.) They used a jagged deer trail that almost went straight up a rocky crag. When they reached flat ground the trail was only about six inches wide. Vinnie had to hit the blackberries with a stick. They hacked away at the foliage for an hour until they came to a field of tall grass. Little yellow and blue flowers sprinkled among the tall grass added color to the overall scenery.
At the edge of the field on the other side was an old cabin. Its wood was almost black from years of rain. Lime green moss lined the tops of the windows, like green icing on a gingerbread house. The front windows were cracked and there were antlers hanging on the door. The windows were either curtained , or a gray film clouded them so you couldn’t see in. A couple steps were missing, as they walked up to the door. Vinnie knocked. The black door knob was tiny and wouldn’t turn.
Vinnie pushed on the door and it creaked open. The wood floor was worn away by the windows and there was a path from the loveseat to the kitchen. There were small black and white photos of unknown people on the wall. Josie looked around like she was a private investigator.
She walked back to the bedroom and gasped. Vinnie hurried over and looked over her shoulder. There were faded color posters of women naked with giant patches of pubic hair covering their genitalia. The posters were reminiscent of the Seventies.
The bed was messy. Vinnie noticed that the b ed sheet was made of plastic. There were empty jars of lubricant by the bookstand. Vinnie opened the bookstand drawer and didn’t see a bible, but a Temple of Set book. There was an old dagger resting on top of it. There was a Bondage & Domination magazine underneath that. Josie opened the closet door and from the ceiling hung a giant hook. There was a faded brown spot on the carpet.
“Oh, my God. My dad was a pervert, and possibly a killer.” Josie said.
They went back to the living room, brushed the dust off the seats and sat down
“How can I even sleep here? It’s gross.” She said.
There was a rock mantel place in the middle of the room. It was probably the focal point for entertainment and storytelling during the long winter months. Vinnie became curious with the photos and knickknacks on the shelf and got up to look.
There was a photo of Bud & Josie’s mother. Josie had blondish pigtails, her natural brown was lightened by the summer sunlight, and she was squinting in the sunlight. Bud looked serious, too serious, as if he wanted to kill the cameraman. Josie’s mom was withdrawn, her eyes focused on the horizon over the cameraman’s head.
The next photo was the family photo of Josie’s family. Bud was holding Josie’s hand. Josie’s mom looked at him carefully. The next photo was of Bud and Van Norden, Vinnie’s grandfather. They were in front of an audience shaking hands. They had pope-like headpieces on. A second photo showed them on a boat, holding up trout they had just caught.
“What the. . . “, Vinnie said.
“What?”
“You won’t believe this.” He said.
Josie got up to look. She stared speechless. The third photo showed Van Norden and Bud drinking from a silver vessel in front of a priest. There was an unrecognizable animal which hung dead behind them.
“This is unbelievable. My grandfather, who was never seen in the photographs we had of him, is in every one here, and he knows your dad.” Vinnie said.
“How in the world did that happen?” Josie asked.
“I have no idea.” Vinnie said, while analyzing all the pictures.
It was now in the middle of the night. Josie had lit candles which made the cabin more accommodating. She went outside and grabbed some pine needles and placed them in a bowl, came back in and lit them. The smoke of the pine cleared away the musky smell, and hopefully cleared
At the edge of the field on the other side was an old cabin. Its wood was almost black from years of rain. Lime green moss lined the tops of the windows, like green icing on a gingerbread house. The front windows were cracked and there were antlers hanging on the door. The windows were either curtained , or a gray film clouded them so you couldn’t see in. A couple steps were missing, as they walked up to the door. Vinnie knocked. The black door knob was tiny and wouldn’t turn.
Vinnie pushed on the door and it creaked open. The wood floor was worn away by the windows and there was a path from the loveseat to the kitchen. There were small black and white photos of unknown people on the wall. Josie looked around like she was a private investigator.
She walked back to the bedroom and gasped. Vinnie hurried over and looked over her shoulder. There were faded color posters of women naked with giant patches of pubic hair covering their genitalia. The posters were reminiscent of the Seventies.
The bed was messy. Vinnie noticed that the b ed sheet was made of plastic. There were empty jars of lubricant by the bookstand. Vinnie opened the bookstand drawer and didn’t see a bible, but a Temple of Set book. There was an old dagger resting on top of it. There was a Bondage & Domination magazine underneath that. Josie opened the closet door and from the ceiling hung a giant hook. There was a faded brown spot on the carpet.
“Oh, my God. My dad was a pervert, and possibly a killer.” Josie said.
They went back to the living room, brushed the dust off the seats and sat down
“How can I even sleep here? It’s gross.” She said.
There was a rock mantel place in the middle of the room. It was probably the focal point for entertainment and storytelling during the long winter months. Vinnie became curious with the photos and knickknacks on the shelf and got up to look.
There was a photo of Bud & Josie’s mother. Josie had blondish pigtails, her natural brown was lightened by the summer sunlight, and she was squinting in the sunlight. Bud looked serious, too serious, as if he wanted to kill the cameraman. Josie’s mom was withdrawn, her eyes focused on the horizon over the cameraman’s head.
The next photo was the family photo of Josie’s family. Bud was holding Josie’s hand. Josie’s mom looked at him carefully. The next photo was of Bud and Van Norden, Vinnie’s grandfather. They were in front of an audience shaking hands. They had pope-like headpieces on. A second photo showed them on a boat, holding up trout they had just caught.
“What the. . . “, Vinnie said.
“What?”
“You won’t believe this.” He said.
Josie got up to look. She stared speechless. The third photo showed Van Norden and Bud drinking from a silver vessel in front of a priest. There was an unrecognizable animal which hung dead behind them.
“This is unbelievable. My grandfather, who was never seen in the photographs we had of him, is in every one here, and he knows your dad.” Vinnie said.
“How in the world did that happen?” Josie asked.
“I have no idea.” Vinnie said, while analyzing all the pictures.
It was now in the middle of the night. Josie had lit candles which made the cabin more accommodating. She went outside and grabbed some pine needles and placed them in a bowl, came back in and lit them. The smoke of the pine cleared away the musky smell, and hopefully cleared
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