4x-xx-xx ep69 The Possessive Dead

As the past, bantons of a world gone by, speak again the immortal tale, the possessive death. I know superstition dictates that it's bad luck for a young man to see his bride the evening before his wedding.

However, Michael and I were two lonely people in a big, wintry city, and we were not at all addicted to belief in superstition. We had known each other since we were children, and I had loved Michael as long as that.

He on his part claimed to have loved me even longer. It was the warm kind of love, the kind that grows on you and stays, believing and never wavery. Yes, Michael and I did see each other the day before we were to be married.

In fact, we went shopping together. We ended one of the dusty little shops Michael loved so much. It was warm in there, musty, and sort of added like. Ooh, oh, it's warm in here, I think, huh?

But what a funny little place, somewhat stuffed. I never saw so many old things together in one place. And look, look, Michael, the shopkeeper. He looks exactly like a gnome. Ball is Ted, I ever laid eyes on.

Oh, good afternoon, afternoon. Hey, can I help you? Oh, thank you. Looking around. Anything in particular you'd like to find? Well, the truth, I was looking for an odd piece, something unusual for a paperweight.

A little curiosity of some sort. Well, just look around, sir. Perhaps you'll find what you want. Oh, thanks. Say, there. That looks like just the thing. Oh, no, sir. No. I'm sure that wouldn't do.

Oh, why not? It's beautiful. It's the most beautifully model foot I've ever seen. heavy enough for a paperweight, sir. And besides, you wouldn't want to pay that much, just for an ornament. Well, it can't be too expensive, especially if it's not heavy. A bronze, isn't it?