Jack stood leaning on the fence, watching across the way as the neighbours drove off." Where do you think they go every day?" Said Jack as he turned to look at Isadora. He loved watching her as she worked in her garden; she always seemed so peaceful. Isadora looked up at him," who cares where they go. You're so curious, how come?" Jack shrugged," Maybe I have a suspicious mind. They leave the same time every day, and they come back at the same time, just like robots. It's no biggie I was only wondering; It's not a crime to wonder. He laughed as he picked up the rake and gathered the leaves."
How's the garden coming?" Isadora smiled, almost ready, I'll pick them next weekend and then prepare it for the winter. I love the fall, but I don't enjoy saying goodbye to my garden." Jack nodded," I know. Jack continued to rake the yard; he thought about the letter he received and what it meant if he decided not to follow the instructions. He loved his wife and would do anything for her; this was something he knew he had to do. Taking a deep breath, he thought about everyone they knew; he didn't want to kill anyone, especially someone he knew. Maybe he could find someone in an alley, someone who wouldn't be missed. He shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his head. How could he kill anyone? He isn't an animal.
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