AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     When they disagreed about some-   
thing, they’d debate the pros and cons 
of whatever that something was, and    
most of the time, it involved some kind
of off the wall comment my Dad was good
at making.                             
     They told me the rules, and how it
took more than a year, before they     
could even agree on those. Rules like  
how long each could speak, acceptable  
sources, and a lot of crap like that.  
     Some of them were just silly,     
like the official name for a bathroom  
break was lunchtime. Why was that even 
a rule and why lunchtime? I never got a
real answer to any of those questions. 
     More times than not, I’d decide my
Mom was right, but sometimes I’d let my
Dad win.                               
     When that happened, he’d dance    
around, like he was some kind of King  
Shit of the world.                     
     Even so, we had to laugh, because 
the way he danced was funny. He didn’t 
really dance, but instead flopped      
around on his knees, while doing a com-
bination twist, crab walk and hallelu- 
jah cheer that always left us laughing 
hysterically on the floor.             
     The next time my Mom won, she     
tried to copy him, but failed misera-  
bly. She couldn’t stop laughing, and we
all ended up on the floor again.       
     After that, she’d just give him a 
kiss and tell him not to worry.        
     “You’ll win the next one,” she’d  
say, and then wink at me, adding, “and 
then you’ll  be  able  to dance on the 
floor like a fish, all you want.”      
     I know it’s not true, and that my 
parents really loved me, but sometimes,
I kind of felt like the only reason    
they had me was to have someone to     
referee their debates.                 
     I didn’t mind at all, because most
of them were pretty interesting. I ac- 
tually had fun listening to them, and  
sometimes, I’d even get sucked into    
one.                                   
     Beth and I do the same thing now. 
     When I first explained the concept
to her, she was skeptical. After a     
couple debates, about the debating     
rules no less, she began to like it. I 
even tried to do my Dad’s dance, but   
failed miserably, because once again,  
we both ended up on the floor laughing 
hysterically.                          
     My Mom and Dad would’ve loved     
Beth, especially my Mom.               
     Anyway, if they jogged, they could
be here in five minutes. Most of the   
time, that’s exactly what they did, but
not that day.                          



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