Chapter 21

Journal Entry for Friday December 26, 1997

That was, bar none, the most odd; and most wretched Christmas day ever.

Oh sure, everything started out innocently enough. Mom decided to fix a turkey made entirely out of soybeans (for my benefit), and do all the other typical holiday recipes (i.e. green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, et cetera).

When everyone went to eat the soykey (I assume that's what it's called), we discovered that it wasn't fully cooked. Unfortunately I discovered it first by biting into it. In the process, one of my teeth wound up falling out. (That's why I never wrote anything else last night).

So I wound up having to go to the emergency room for the (record) fourth time this year, though for once, under less dire circumstances. I just put the tooth in a glass of milk until we got to the hospital, that way there is a possibility of the tooth being able to get put back in. However, that wasn't a possibility for me.

Now I have a huge gaping hole in my mouth where that tooth was. Needless to say, it's rather unpleasant to eat anything that requires chewing or any sort of sustenance coming into contact with the hole.

Let's see, what else happened yesterday?

Even though none of us had real intentions to (to my knowledge), we all wound up getting something for each other.

Brad: got some kind of book that has "top secret" soccer tips (from Mark) and a game for his computer (from me and mom).

Mark: got some kind of CD (well, the CD claims it has music on there, I say it is compiled of recordings of demons who escaped from Dante's seventh level of hell) from Brad, a how-to video on making movies (from mom), and I just gave him cash (because I had no idea what to buy for him).

I got: a crossword puzzle book that has over 500 puzzles in it (from mom), the book Dave Barry is from Mars and Venus (from Mark), and a John Hiatt CD from Brad.

Mom got: A handheld solitaire game (from Brad and Mark) and a Stephen King novel from me.

Weird presents, huh? :)

And, no one knows this (at least I don't think so), but last time we visited dad's grave, I put a rose on it. That's sort of his Christmas present from me.

Hope I haven't bored you with my lists.

(Once again, who am I talking to? I don't give a damn if my damn psychiatrist gets bored, or for that matter if he jumps into Lake Michigan).


Someone's POV on the night of December 25th

God, please tell me, give me some kind of sign. I want to know when. I have to know when.


A/N: …And the plot thickens.

Don't worry though; this story is far from over. I still have much more in store.

Once again, I apologize for the hiatus I took.

Please R&R. It's just such an amazing feeling to get a review.

Thanks for reading, I honestly do appreciate it.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor