22. uncle fester - Sick Sacraments
22. uncle fester On the way back to her desk, she decided to pour herself another cup of coffee. This time, she decided to drink it black. Whether it was going to remain that way or not, concerned her little. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Mr. Cole had notified her that the blow to Martin’s head had required twelve stitches. They had had to shave the right side of his head and, although his nose had not been broken by the Mr. Thorndorn’s spastic jab, there was some damage. Candi shrieked and put her hands to her mouth, as Uncle Fester suddenly appeared in front of her desk as if rising from the ground. His beady red eyes peered out from his swollen face. “Martin! Oh my god! Oh my god …” she screamed repeatedly, rising >from her chair and taking a step back. “Oh, Martin!” she said again, taking a Kleentex to cover her gaping mouth. “Oh, Martin. How could you do such a thing? Stop scaring me! Why do you t...