“That’s Paul?” Heather interrupted. Heather had heard horror stories about Paul during the late night chats she and Carol Jean had shared. She and Carol Jean had met during their college days before Heather had changed her major from Early Ed to Social Work. Paul was from before Heather’s time, but he’d had a huge impact on Carol Jean’s life and Heather had heard all about what a jerk he was, but had fortunately never met him or even laid eyes on him—up until now that is. In an effort to rid her life from his influence, Carol Jean had even destroyed any pictures from when they were together. From the way she had described some of the things he had put her through, Heather thought he would be weaselly looking, but Paul was far from it. In fact, he was one of the most handsome men she could remember seeing in person.
Robert nearly growled. “He made her life so miserable!” She could feel Robert tensing and starting to take a step toward Paul.
“Take a break before you doing something you regret” Heather urged, pushing Robert through a nearby door and into the hallway. Surprisingly, Robert complied. “Go get a drink of water, breathe for a few minutes, take a walk around the hall,” she counseled him. Robert nodded and turned with his shoulders slumped. Heather took a second to breathe as well, opened the door to return to the receiving line and practically ran into Paul. He flashed a toothy, fake grin and Heather took a step back. She looked up into his face and was struck by his hypnotizing blue eyes.
“You must be Heather.” Paul had an undeniably powerful and creepy magnetism and as he chatted Heather up, she had a difficult time breaking away. Finally, ushers began motioning people from the reception area into the service and Heather, with her skin still crawling from her encounter, was able to make her escape back to Julie.
Taking their seats, Julie whispered, “Who was that?” into Heather’s ear and Heather was able to get a few words of explanation in before the family and Robert mournfully came down the aisle to take their seats in the front rows. Heather hated funerals in general and the fact that this one was so tragic, literally made her heart hurt. She hated that Paul had cast such a pall on this last chance to say goodbye to her best friend. Just his presence was bad enough, but she especially didn’t like that Paul had greeted her and known her by name. She finally had to make a decision to focus on celebrating her friend’s life and worry about sinister ex-boyfriends later.
Kansas City Daily Gazette
Thursday, January 27, 2013
Police Suspect Foul Play in Lolo’s Explosion
Authorities have confirmed that the Tuesday, January 15th explosion at Lolo’s that killed Carol Jean Wilson, a waitress at the establishment, was caused by gas. The Kansas City Forensics Team (KSFT), believe that the gas main leading into Lolo’s was tampered with. They have concluded that the most likely time was between noon and 2:00 p.m. on the day of the explosion. The gas main is located in the alleyway behind the restaurant at the northwest corner of Madison and 4th Ave. SW. Anyone who noticed anything suspicious or has more information is urged to contact KSFT directly. Police are searching nearby businesses for any footage of that day.
Robert nearly growled. “He made her life so miserable!” She could feel Robert tensing and starting to take a step toward Paul.
“Take a break before you doing something you regret” Heather urged, pushing Robert through a nearby door and into the hallway. Surprisingly, Robert complied. “Go get a drink of water, breathe for a few minutes, take a walk around the hall,” she counseled him. Robert nodded and turned with his shoulders slumped. Heather took a second to breathe as well, opened the door to return to the receiving line and practically ran into Paul. He flashed a toothy, fake grin and Heather took a step back. She looked up into his face and was struck by his hypnotizing blue eyes.
“You must be Heather.” Paul had an undeniably powerful and creepy magnetism and as he chatted Heather up, she had a difficult time breaking away. Finally, ushers began motioning people from the reception area into the service and Heather, with her skin still crawling from her encounter, was able to make her escape back to Julie.
Taking their seats, Julie whispered, “Who was that?” into Heather’s ear and Heather was able to get a few words of explanation in before the family and Robert mournfully came down the aisle to take their seats in the front rows. Heather hated funerals in general and the fact that this one was so tragic, literally made her heart hurt. She hated that Paul had cast such a pall on this last chance to say goodbye to her best friend. Just his presence was bad enough, but she especially didn’t like that Paul had greeted her and known her by name. She finally had to make a decision to focus on celebrating her friend’s life and worry about sinister ex-boyfriends later.
Kansas City Daily Gazette
Thursday, January 27, 2013
Police Suspect Foul Play in Lolo’s Explosion
Authorities have confirmed that the Tuesday, January 15th explosion at Lolo’s that killed Carol Jean Wilson, a waitress at the establishment, was caused by gas. The Kansas City Forensics Team (KSFT), believe that the gas main leading into Lolo’s was tampered with. They have concluded that the most likely time was between noon and 2:00 p.m. on the day of the explosion. The gas main is located in the alleyway behind the restaurant at the northwest corner of Madison and 4th Ave. SW. Anyone who noticed anything suspicious or has more information is urged to contact KSFT directly. Police are searching nearby businesses for any footage of that day.
