I don't own any of the people in this story except for the people I make up in the story. I was searching this web site for a book that I like and found that there is no Pigman or anything by Paul Zindel so I thought that some thing about him should be put in. The other reason I like his work is because I love the 80's and this is all written in the 80's. So please Rand R. I hope you love it. Another thing I am just writing about Pigman nothing more until I read the other two so you can stay focused.

Lorraine can be such a pain sometimes. We have another story to tell you or as I would like to put it the after log of when Mr. Pignati died. After we left the zoo because we didn't want to think about pigman right now since of all the pain that we felt especially Lorraine. I walked with her for a while in deep silence. We really didn't want about Pigman at the moment I could feel it in Lorraine.

"Are you okay? We could just leave this be and pretend that nothing ever happened I mean I just want you to feel better." I said sympathetically

"No, what happened was our fault he died because of us we caused him so much pain we sent him to his end we killed him john. I can't just walk away from that. We cant I don't know what to do now I really don't feel like going home right now. John I don't know what to do what do you think we should do?" She asked trying to make me feel rotten but I wasn't going to give in to her powers.

"I think we should just play it cool for today you know relax. This is a lot for us. Are you going to go to his funeral? I think it might be on a school day but we can get out I hope." I said staying calm and holding in all the pain I really felt. I really don't think I would have felt so bad if I had never become friends.

"Yes, I want to pay my last and for ever more respects he changed our life we need to. So we will go and stay clam today but nothing will ever be the same I think unless we find someone else to help us along the way. Which if we do I am not so sure we should even talk to them who knows what kind of person they could be." Lorraine said in displeasure.

"You should just flow with it nothing can go wrong at the funeral we will go and pay our respects and try and get along with our lives." I said taking Lorraine's hand. As we walked further to up the road. "Do you want to go to the grave yard tonight and just talk about things doesn't matter what it is just as long as we talk. I think it will do us some good. I will meet you there at about 7:00 okay?" I asked wondering why I had even said that. But then it hit me that I was being sympathetic towards her. I knew she would feel better if we talked the last thing I need for a while was her having anxiety attacks left and right over Pigman's death.

"Yeah that would be nice. Maybe we could just talk or maybe we will just sit there and think in each other presence I don't know but I think I am going to have an anxiety attack. I just can't stand the fact that we killed him or helped it along the way." She said dull fully and with a shiny wet glimmer over her eyes I knew she wanted to cry. She was holding it back with all her might she just wanted to stay strong at the moment.

"Okay I will see you then." I said letting go of her hand.

We had reached her house and her mom wasn't home yet so I quickly fled the scene once she was inside. Her mom wouldn't really approve of me or so I think and I didn't want her mom to see me I wasn't going to take any chances. When I got home Bore and the old lady we on my case, why I really don't know I just heard them yelling at me, I at dinner and left. I picked up some beer and headed on out. I was at the graveyard at 7:05 I was late because, well it is of no importance since I was only five minutes late.

Then Lorraine slowly came up to the finely polished grave that we hung out in. She sparkled in the moonlight as she walked towards me. I just really wanted her pain to go away. I knew she really cared about Pigman and it really hurt her for him to die. I knew it even if she didn't say anything.

"Are you feeling any better?" I asked with ease not to scare her if she didn't see me.

"A little I think" She said in a hollow response and then something rustled in the bushes. We didn't know what to think of it. We though it was an animal until we heard a twig snap. Then we knew someone or something was here. I played it all cool just because that is the way it goes. So I walked over to the high grass and made my way to the bushes. I soon realized that Lorraine had heard the noise to and followed and I head in my ear every now and then John, what was that? Where are we going? But I just kept going like there was nothing being said to me.

I soon heard it again but this time it was closer and I knew I was on the right track. Then I realized I heard it again and then it was right in front of me I could hear Lorraine moan slightly at the noise. So I walked further to the bush. Then I parted the bush and then I saw ........