The Warden and Jared... Chp. 3The Warden was walking in the hallway the next day. For some reason, ever since the--well, SECOND incident that happened between him and Jared, Jared hadn't been around Superjail lately. Well, sure, he was IN the jail, but no one ever SAW him, to be exact. He had his left gloved hand stuck in his pocket, and he used his right gloved hand to use his cane to guide him along. The Warden, like some people, liked to eavesdrop on others. A LOT. And since Jared hadn't been around that much, he felt like spying on him or seeing what he was up to... If he was even THERE.More Like This
So, he tiptoed to his accountant's office to see the door cracked. He heard Jared's voice, and it seemed like he was talking to someone. The Warden peeked through the crack in the door. He saw Jared talking on the phone with someone. He was holding the phone in one hand, and he was holding...a beer in the other! The Warden would've gasped, but Jared would've heard him, so he just kept quiet and tried to listen to what Jared was
-ma vie, the ruse: part 2-More Like This
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Cecil Terwilliger, formerly of cell block 4, Springfield Penitentiary, was pleased to say he was not insane,
thank you very much. His life was (most of the time) perfectly normal. He had never tried to run for mayor on a
corrupted agenda. He had never married someone just to murder them, and he had never held the city ransom
with a nuclear weapon. No sir! Cecil was just about the nicest, most pleasant guy you'd ever want to meet.
It was his brother that was weird.
The red-haired Terwilliger sibling stooped down at their front door and retrieved the envelopes. As he
shuffled through the mail, he predicted that within them were bills, begs for subscriptions to trivial publications
about theories about a musician's surgically-enhanced nose, which rat-faced boy-band dropout would become the
next bubblegum pop sensation, or who Selma Bouvier was dating this week. His expressive onyx eyes blinked in