ClaraJean Mallory (Apt. 0520W)

This morning while I was sitting at the dining room table, drinking my black coffee and submerged deep into my thoughts, I heard an abrupt knock on my door. As I walked to the door, I heard the old wooden floors creak beneath my feet. I wondered who could be knocking at my door this early in the morning? Over the past couple years, most of my friendships slowly dwindled as they all became tired of my grieving. I opened the door to find Lamar standing in the hallway. I should have known with all the pestering he has been doing lately, of course it was him. Before I was able to get a word out, he precipitously said "Be at Alice's Diner tonight. 7 PM. Don't say anything, just come". Then he walked away. I suppose he knew that I would make up some fake excuse to get out of it and he didn't have the time to argue with me.  I guess that Lamar had told Daniel Richards too, because a couple minutes he called me. After my husband died, he began video chatted me ever...

ClaraJean made her way down the Keller Boulevard, presenting a fake smile to all the people passing by. Many of the townspeople carried themselves wistfully down the side-walk and gave ClaraJean a forced smile in return. She knew that people were still shocked and mournful about Mr. Evans death, and while she wanted to comfort them, she couldn't bare to talk about death after her husband. She just continued walked. Her short gray hair was peeking out of the bottom of her hat, and her veiny hands stuffed in the pockets of her old, oversized jacket. She crossed the intersection of Keller Boulevard and Oakst Street and saw Lamar walking out of Larry's Gym - his hair matted to his head with sweat. He saw her and waved his hand in the air, screaming "Why if it isn't ClaraJean!" She greeted him and gave him a quick motherly hug, hoping she could be on her way before he started asking about Mr.Evans, as he always did. She gradually resumed her walk to the asylum but Lam...