>Friday, May 23rd (night)Hi, Marsh,I haveta tell you about what happened today. It's just so -- ga! do I usethe word Weird a LOT, or what? But whatever. Do you. That endeared her to me, immediately.“Lord Wellington, may I present Miss Daphne Bergendorf, of Haifa Israel, and her parents, Sylvester and Simone Bergendorf.” He stepped back to let us shake hands, exchange banal greetings.greetings.Sylvester Bergendorf was built like a fire hydrant. His arms showed signs of hard work and long hours. He was as hairy as any man I’d ever met, and the fur that peaked out around the open neck of his shirt put me in mind of the pelt a black bear. His body was. She then knocked loudly. We waited anxiously as the lack of response grew more and more ominous. I rapped on the glass, pounded on the wood with my foot, and soon we were calling for Pete, making what noise we could, and hoping the neighbors weren’t dialing the cops.Is he even home... ?“Maybe he called from somewhere else,” I muttered.Muireann was peering through the living room windows. “I don’t see anyone.”“Their car isn’t here.”None of these observations were quelling the fear, though..Read More
