Chapter 28...Flaky Build Up

Henry Mueller was once a quiet, unassuming man.  He was polite, always said please, and usually said thank you.   

He was kind to animals, except the ones that were funny to be cruel to.  His motto was to do to others as you would have them do to you, unless nobody was watching.  So what went wrong?  What had provoked Henry to be the desperately, dastardly, desperado he'd become?  There was no simple answer.  Like most psychopaths it was a combination of things really.  

It was a dark and stormy Thursday, and Thursday was laundry day at Henry's house.  

He started with the upstairs beds, removing only the sheets.  Leaving the rest of the bedding on the exposed mattress.  After depositing a cup of detergent into the washing machine, he threw in the sheets, and set the timer.  He'd do the rest when these were finished, he thought to himself.  Just then, he heard the whistle of the kettle from the kitchen, "ah hah!  Tea time!" he said, a little too excited.

He fumbled in the upper cabinets for a tea packet but was disappointed to discover that there were none.  "Blast!" he exclaimed, "I'm out of tea!" 

He grabbed his coat and grocery list and headed for the store.

The shopkeeper bid Henry good morning.  "Good morning!" Henry returned cheerfully.  "I've just now run out of tea!"  

"Oh I see." said the shopkeeper, a trifle worried. "just now you say?" 

"Yes." Henry said, a little annoyed at having to repeat himself.  

"Well then, you'll want aisle seven Henry.  That's where we keep the tea." the shopkeeper volunteered, his hands moving under the desk.  

"Yes.  Well, thank you." Henry replied, frowning slightly. 


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