Till Death Do Us Part

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  On Monday, Ms. Moore reduced our meeting frequency to once a week. She said we probably could have stopped all together, but that she enjoyed our time and that she wanted to be sure I was okay. Actually, I enjoyed it too, for the most part.

  Jason was grateful for my talk with his mom, but wasn't really sure if it helped. We agreed that we'd done all we could and that we would just have to wait it out.

  The next few weeks past uneventfully. There was nothing more from Cathy about my families stalker and the Warrior's continued their winning ways although one game was close, 21-17. Jason told me that he saw on the news that the number of days in dear season had been reduced because of the thin population. Between the shorter hunting season and our efforts, the population had increased and feeding was no longer an issue—at least for the immediate future. As for Jason's mom, well, she was more cordial although it was difficult to tell why, our talk, or fear of losing her son—probably the latter.

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  "Izzy," Benjamin said, "did you say tonight's game is an away game?"

  "Yes, but it's not far."

  Elizabeth joined us. "Would you still like us to come watch a game?" she said.

  "Yes! Oh yes, Jason would be thrilled."

  "Well, it's quite cold and the game time is well after dark, I think this is our best opportunity."

  I was jumping up and down like a little kid at Christmas. "Oh, I can't wait to tell Jason."