Neglectful silence

Decided to build upon my own redneck universe which I sort of started with that "murdering horde" piece.


Enjoy!


--oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!

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Spade Criminy furrowed his brow, and looked again to Mrs. Smith's reference sheet.


Alone amongst clumps of overgrown greenery, just past the dirt road, 333 sagged at the top of the hill.


Spade glanced at the wide windows as he approached, but decided that they were far too dirty to see what was contained within the place. He clomped up the decaying wooden steps to the porch cluttered with broken crates, dozens of paper plates, chipped mud encrusted dishes, stale cat food, and in the corner, an old metal school desk designed for a small child. He eased open the lone rotting door with the toe of his boot.


He grimmaced as it creaked eerily on its way, the sound was just enough to make the goosebumps rise on his arms. He tilted his head and looked through the crack into the darkened interior.


Dust danced in weak sunbeams and covered the floors and counter tops. Cobwebs draped thickly down from the soot scorched ceiling, and all the walls were dingy with clinging dirt.


"Hello, anyone here?"


Neglectful silence replied.


His sharp eyes darted up at the rafters above him, to the thick webs reaching for the earth. To the buzzing insects and mostly hidden bird nests.


And he smiled widely.


His decision not to hire the prospective housekeeper for himself was an easy one to make. The next step, however, would be a tricky one to accomplish in the time that he had before the court proceeding began.


He would indeed recommend Mrs. Smith's superb housekeeping services to his ex-wife.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....