Chapter 6-Hypocrites
Mr. Grey was storming into his room. "Barb! Barbara! Where are you?" Not even waiting for an answer, he started pawing through their drawers, pulling clothes out. At the bottom of one, he pulled their passports out.
Barbara came in, smiling at her husband. "Another few hours, and we'll be basking in pity, Charles."
Charles shook his head. "Not if Alex can help it. They detected brain activity half an hour ago. BRAIN ACTIVITY! Do you know what this means? More surgeries, bills, to make this dead creature alive for another dozen years. I bet the Brennen's are rejoicing, thinking their 'prayers have been heard, hallelujah!' The only Hallelujah I'll shout is when that money pit is dead and buried, 6 feet under!"
Barbara's face clouded over. "Should I bring my black chiffon? I'm not sure that would be considered appropriate for our 'dear daughter's death.'" The mother mocked.
Charles snorted. "I don't care. All I want to do in that miserable little Japanese town, is to pay those doctors to start poisoning her. She's been draining our accounts for far too long. I think it's time our 'Crystal Faye Grey Foundation' started taking donations. We need a little extra spending money. Our trip to Europe this summer was a slight matter, but after the massive bill from Japan, we'll hardly be able to keep food on the table!"
(I think I should mention that the Grey's are hardly saving people. And the trip to Europe was easily ten times the cost of 'Crystal's monthly bill.)
Barbara finished packing. "Let's write a note to the pastor, 'asking for prayer as we go to what we've been warned might be the end.' An innocent solemn look replaced the hypocrite's face a moment before she snickered.
Charles laughed. "Good idea. I'll even mention our budget is low, 'but we must say goodbye.' That'll tear at his heart. It always does."
Mr. Grey was storming into his room. "Barb! Barbara! Where are you?" Not even waiting for an answer, he started pawing through their drawers, pulling clothes out. At the bottom of one, he pulled their passports out.
Barbara came in, smiling at her husband. "Another few hours, and we'll be basking in pity, Charles."
Charles shook his head. "Not if Alex can help it. They detected brain activity half an hour ago. BRAIN ACTIVITY! Do you know what this means? More surgeries, bills, to make this dead creature alive for another dozen years. I bet the Brennen's are rejoicing, thinking their 'prayers have been heard, hallelujah!' The only Hallelujah I'll shout is when that money pit is dead and buried, 6 feet under!"
Barbara's face clouded over. "Should I bring my black chiffon? I'm not sure that would be considered appropriate for our 'dear daughter's death.'" The mother mocked.
Charles snorted. "I don't care. All I want to do in that miserable little Japanese town, is to pay those doctors to start poisoning her. She's been draining our accounts for far too long. I think it's time our 'Crystal Faye Grey Foundation' started taking donations. We need a little extra spending money. Our trip to Europe this summer was a slight matter, but after the massive bill from Japan, we'll hardly be able to keep food on the table!"
(I think I should mention that the Grey's are hardly saving people. And the trip to Europe was easily ten times the cost of 'Crystal's monthly bill.)
Barbara finished packing. "Let's write a note to the pastor, 'asking for prayer as we go to what we've been warned might be the end.' An innocent solemn look replaced the hypocrite's face a moment before she snickered.
Charles laughed. "Good idea. I'll even mention our budget is low, 'but we must say goodbye.' That'll tear at his heart. It always does."