Random posts from a writer who loves cats and coffee. An American Democratic woman with chronic illness (respiratory) who lives to read, write, and binge watch Netflix or Amazon Video. Married to a hot foodie who plays lots of video games. I'm not just a broken human, I'm also uniquely maladjusted but fun!
Tagline: What did they expect with a name like King?
I was a quadruplet. Actually a quint, but one sibling didn't make it through the first day. And now I'm a twin, just my sister Charlotte and I remain.
Our other sister and brother, Nina and Khan, were more popular. They got more milk. They got more attention from mom. Everyone liked them more.
People were saying that in a year or two, I'd probably be traded or loaned out. They named me King, and then planned to send me off? Ohhhh no, not me, I'm not going anywhere.
My favorite sister made friends with the girls next door. They paid attention to her. They had time. She figured maybe she would live with them one day. Or she might also be traded or loaned out.
I watched as dad moved to his new home. He's too dangerous to be allowed near us, ever. He'll eventually try to get with the girls next door. In a year or two, I'll be interested in them. Dad and I would fight over them if we weren't kept apart.
Khan and I would have fought over them one day. Now that he's gone, it won't be an issue.
"Go play on the log," I told him. No one else was around. It was so early. "It'll be so fun."
The water under the log had frozen. Not thick enough to walk on, just enough to look pretty. Deceptive. And the dew on the log was just slick enough.
My brother hadn't been sharpening his claws regularly. Too busy playing and being popular. I knew what would happen.
Khan climbed onto the log. "I'm king of the enclosure!"
No.
I'm King.
One little swipe of my paw, and the log rolled. Khan couldn't hold on. Didn't have the claws for it.
The frozen pond broke easily. Sure, he could swim. We can all swim. But ice isn't for swimming.
"Whatcha doing?" I heard the question and a yawn from behind me. Nina. She must have noticed Khan wasn't asleep beside her.
"Khan fell in!"
Nina ran to the pond and jumped in after him.
I guess Charlotte won't have to live with the girls next door. I called out that I'd go for help, then trotted back inside.
Nice and warm in here. Much more spacious, too.
"Where did you last see your brother?" Mom asked as I went for some milk.
"Playing on a log." I'm not totally lying.
"It's too cold out. And he hasn't had breakfast. Nina did, but Khan didn't. Haven't I always said breakfast first then play? That way we can be out of the sleeping area when they come to clean." Mom and her milk leave.
That'll be the last time I'm not favored.
Charlotte nipped my tail. "Why is everyone up so early?"
I heard mom roar in the distance.
"You and I are taken care of, that's all you need to know. Your King promised everything will be okay, and now it will be."
Do I have the face of a killer? We all do, normally. That's survival.
If you haven't been following these cubs, then this is
THE FIRST TIME EVER (I/ you) SAW (YOUR/ his) FACE. 😉
🐯 Note: There's no evidence that King had anything to do with Khan and Nina dying. No actual fratricide. The video above was posted with his sweet face, and my dark and twisted mind thought to make a horror story for the prompt.
The little baby tigers are actually very sweet and lovable. There was talk that King might be loaned to other proper tiger sanctuaries one day for "stud services." But none are actually being shipped off forever. There's plenty of room. I was just going for a good story.
And while tigers in the wild do kill to survive, these tigers get food deliveries. A lot of it comes from donations. There doesn't seem to be any actual killing at the sanctuary.
Sugar and Spice are the tiger girls next door, a year older than the cubs.
There is a memorial for Khan and Nina. The offending pond has since been blocked off. The odds that they would have died like that were infinitely minuscule, but it happened. No one is at fault. Nature has a cruel streak.
I stare out the window as the school bus nears our stop for the last time this year. Over my shoulder, I wish Chuck a lovely summer. He doesn't reply. As the last two students on the bus, sometimes we talk, but other times we ignore each other. Since he's a senior, this is his last ride. Guess he's sticking with silence.
The bus glides to a stop. I grab my barren backpack and turn toward the aisle. Something flies at my face. My arms protect my head as I kick with self-defense instinct. Chuck flees off the bus. I take a moment to catch my breath.
Did Chuck try to kiss me?
The scene mentally replays as I leave. His messenger bag hit my shoulder. My wrist is wet from colliding with his lips. He was what flew at me.
The bus driver and I exchange goodbyes as I step off the bus. Chuck is already down the road, rounding the bend toward his home. I could go after him, or up the hill to my house, possibly never seeing him again.
"Chuck? Wait up," I call out. Do I want to kiss him? The thought never occurred to me before.
He trips over a fallen branch. I sprint over and crouch beside him.
"Leave me alone!" Chuck shoves my hand when I touch his arm. Tears stream under his glasses.
"No. Please don't make me chase you. I want to know why you lunged at me."
"Screw you," he moves to get away, so I pin him down. I'm a powerhouse athlete, he's a brittle anime groupie.
I seize his chin to force him to look at me. "You lunged at me. That scared me half to death. What was your intention?"
He struggles to hide his face. I release his chin.
"We've made small talk on the bus a few times. You've never moved closer. Never asked for my contact information. Then, out of the blue, you threw yourself at me when I wasn't paying attention."
"Let me up."
I growl in frustration. "Fine. You owe me an apology."
As I move off of him, I take his shoe.
"Give it back," he cries as he sits up and pulls his knees to his chest.
"Explanation or apology first. Preferably both." I sit on his stolen shoe.
"You wouldn't understand."
I huff at him. "Were you trying to kiss me? Yes or no."
He glances at me, nods, and then looks away.
I pull out my phone and flick on Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. He watches me. "Piano music helps me calm down. Was it me you were hoping to kiss? Or was I a random target?"
Chuck examines a blade of grass.
"Kissing someone just to say you did? Last day of high school for you. Probably never see me again. Decided to just plant one on me and run off. Was that your thought process?"
He drops the grass.
"Wow. Well, why stop there?" I yank down the zipper of my yellow blouse, revealing a tight, low-cut tank top underneath. "Here's your chance. Biggest pair in the tenth-grade class."
He ogles my chest for a moment, flushes, and turns away.
"Not good enough? What if you take off your jeans and we bang in the bushes on Kellerman's yard? Brag about that for the rest of your life."
"You're such a— "
"What? Come on. Pick your insult. Think you have words worse than your actions? I'm a person, Chuck." I zip my blouse back up. "Not a thing for stealing kisses."
"Like you'd have ever agreed to kiss me." He stands up. I flick his shoeless foot.
"Maybe I would have."
"Yeah, right. After you dated Jace, I'm so sure you'd kiss me."
"Oh, that's it, is it? Just wanted to be where Jace once was? I'm not just a thing; I'm a thing he once wanted?" Tears burn as they pour down my face. I get up and throw his shoe at him. "How dare you. I have never been mean to you. Never called you Upchuck or Chucky-No-Lucky. I stood up for you. But, to you, I'm nothing but Jace's ex."
"No." He touches my arm. I pull away. I tap my phone, moving the music just past the eight-minute mark. He raises an eyebrow. I turn to storm off. He grabs my hand.
"How did he get you?"
I pull free. "Not by grabbing or lunging at me!"
Cementing my eyes closed, I press the phone against my chest. I want to feel the music and nothing else.
"The first time we kissed, Jace stood near me. Close enough to feel each other's breath. He was so still, and his smile was so bright. His lips were an invitation. I wasn't taken, commanded, or conquered. He's not at all what everyone thinks he's like."
"Are you back together with him?"
I swing my backpack to smack Chuck's arm. "No! That's another apology you owe me."
"You're still in love with him. I don't stand a chance."
I ram my finger against his feeble chest. "You don't want a chance. All you want is some experience. To proclaim you kissed before you graduated high school. You don't care who, as long as it happens."
"Giulietta," he moves my finger away.
"Julie," I correct him.
"Giulietta," he touches my chin. "I do want the chance to know you better. And to kiss you. Not someone else. I wanted to seize the moment, just once, because I know I'm no Jace. One kiss before you had the chance to say no."
I take a step back. "You'll find that I'm big on consent. And hate being called by my given name."
955 Words Full Critique Acceptable Tagline: An unanticipated kiss fails, revealing a crush.
"Beethoven took Countess Giulietta Guicciardi on as a pupil in around 1801 and soon fell in love with her. His Sonata Op. 27 no. 2, 'Moonlight Sonata' is dedicated to her." - Giulietta Guicciardi (1784-1856), Beethoven and Moonlight Sonata I named my main character for the woman the song is dedicated to. Also, the song is played in the story. The opening of this piece is true. However, I'm not an athlete (though I was stronger than Chuck, but not faster), and I took the other path. I went home and never saw him again. I have absolutely no idea why the song made me think of him. Honestly, hadn't recalled that moment in 22 years. I don't regret my choice (he was a racist with a mean streak). Just thought it'd be fun to fictionalize the moment and play with the road not taken. I played with yellow 🌞, like the sun, the "opposite celestial" to the moon🌛, as the true story had the opposite path of this flash fiction.
This month's prompt is based on Please Read the Letter by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss - a break up song and a moving plea for understanding at the termination of a relationship. Neither of these musicians need an introduction of course, both have umpteen awards to their names individually. The album Raising Sand where the track is included is a platinum with more than a million sold.
The song was first composed and recorded by Robert Plant and Jimmy Page and appeared on their album Walking into Clarksdale in 1998. It was rerecorded later again by Plant and Krauss in 2007 and was well received by critics. It went on to win the Grammy for the Record of the Year in 2009.
I never heard this song before, or of Plant or Krauss. Guess I live under a rock.
Anywho, I am using a scene from my WIP. (Another scene was in Write Club. Round 10) It's political fiction. Bess is the main character and narrator. Her name doesn't come up in this scene. Here's a glimpse at part of her character sketch.
The scene opens with Bess lounging on the upper deck of her house. https://www.pinterest.com/JamieWriter7/double-deck-porch/ I don't know how common double decks are around the world. Better setting descriptions are in the main story. So there's a link to one of my Pinterest boards, in case you've never seen a multi-story deck and are having a difficult time picturing this. It isn't very different from a balcony, except there are stairs outside that link it to a deck, porch, or patio below.
Konnor is exactly two years older than Bess. (He was born Jan 30, 2001. She was born Jan 30, 2003.) Riq has been his friend since childhood. There's some conflict as Riq (and his family) are part of a Christian terrorist group that claims it's a church; whereas Konnor has been exploring Wicca.
The actual story opens in May 2020. This scene takes place somewhere between June to July 2021. 😷 Bess is vaccinated and wears a mask. Konnor and Riq are opposed to Covid protections and are anti-vaxxers. However, Konnor has agreed to keep six feet apart from his sister because her doctors made a big stink about how vulnerable her craniopharyngioma makes her to Covid-19. This scene is NOT ABOUT Covid, but when you see how the siblings move around each other, well, that's why.
Trigger warning: There is a pro-life/ pro-choice abortion mention. The place mentioned is based on a real location in my area where real protestors were really charged after assaulting a real person.
Tagline: Hate jumps to conclusions. Scene Title: No Longer Yours Author: Jamie Words: 984 FCA
When we were little, I nicknamed Riq "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi," after the story of the mongoose. I stopped calling him that when he was about fourteen and I was thirteen. He got weird around me, which is difficult to describe. I felt uncomfortable around him and avoided being alone together. I attempted to talk to mom about it, but she didn't process what I was saying. She went on about what a nice boy he is. Told me that he mowed his grandfather's lawn.
If today, Riq doesn't want his conversation with my brother overheard, they can go elsewhere. Or tell me to buzz off, as usual. I'm not intentionally eavesdropping. I'm lounging on the upper deck, clearly visible to anyone below who happens to look up.
Riq hands a red envelope to Konnor. "I need you to deliver this tomorrow after I'm gone."
Konnor turns it over. "What is it?"
"I was going to leave it nailed to Valentina's door. But I don't know if I want her parents or siblings to find it. Part of me does. I want to go to her father and tell him why I've broken up with her. Let him deal with that mess."
"What? You're breaking up with your girl?" Konnor puts the letter on the lid of the grill.
"I was going to propose before I leave for Montana. That's when I ran into Mike Bog at the pawn shop."
"The pawn shop?" My brother asks the dumbest questions. Ask why he's breaking up with her!
"Yeah. Figured I could afford a ring there. Anyway, you know how Mike is always protesting and preaching, trying to get people to follow The Word?"
Konnor nods as he scratches his black nail polish.
"He told me things. In fact, he pulled out his phone and showed me proof. Bro, she's been cheating on me. Giving it up to some guy. And then…" Riq hangs his head. "I can't say it. I'm ashamed for her, and of her, and of myself for having dated her. There's no way I can break up with her face to face. I'm too angry, too disgusted. I've been chewing on it for a week."
"Explains why you blew us off on the weekend. Man, that sucks. I thought you two were rock solid. She hook up with someone we know? Anyone I need to keep from sniffing around here?" Konnor tilts his head, motioning to my room, toward the deck I'm sitting on.
Riq looks up to where Konnor indicated. He spots me and scowls. "How long you been spying on us?"
My spine snaps straight and the hair on my arms rises to attention. "What?" I tug at my ears, pulling out earbuds that aren't really there. "Couldn't hear you?"
"I asked what you're listening to."
"Expectations by Three Days Grace." Yes, I just went with one of my favorite songs. Riq's eyes narrow, then he turns his attention back to my brother.
"I don't know. Talk to Mike if you want. I know you two don't run in the same circles much. Or ask the traitor when you drop that off tomorrow."
Konnor nods. "Keep in touch, yeah?"
They do that guy handshake and half-hug move before Riq leaves. Konnor carries the envelope inside.
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I head downstairs to grab dinner. The red envelope is on the steps. "Please Read This" is written on the front. I know it isn't for me, but how can I resist such an invitation?
Valentina,
Mike Bog saw you at the Women's Clinic on South Commerce. You've been cheating on me. Worse yet, you killed a baby to hide evidence that you cheated and that you aren't a virgin. I could maybe forgive the cheating. I could even maybe forgive you for breaking our vow to wait for each other until we got married. But abortion? I don't know who you are anymore. We don't share the same values. I suspected as much when you went out and got that godless vaccine. Prayer alleviates all and prevents diseases. If your faith was strong enough, you wouldn't need a vaccine, and wouldn't be having relations outside of marriage.
“Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.” - 1 Corinthians 6:19-20
You reap what you sow. I need more in a woman than you can give me. Faith, trust, and fidelity; all qualities I no longer believe you have or value. Our relationship is over. Please do not contact me.
No longer yours,
Riq
"Put it down!" Konnor hisses when he finds me.
"Sorry. I saw an envelope that said to read— "
"I know what it says! It isn't for you. Put it down." He takes a step closer. I double-check my mask before setting the letter and envelope on the steps. "He's wrong, you know."
"Riq can break up in a letter if he wants. Not your business."
I come down the steps. Konnor and I keep six feet apart as we switch spots, him heading upstairs. "Valentina goes there for laser hair removal."
"What?" Konnor folds the letter and eases it back into the envelope. "You don't know anything about this."
"Okay. If you say so. But I'm right. It takes a couple of months to do a spot." I place my finger above my lip. "Guess Riq isn't much of a kisser if he didn't notice the change."
"Who would go to an abortion clinic for hair removal?"
I shrug. "Who would call a hair removal place an abortion clinic? The Women's Clinic on South Commerce has lots of other health services. That's like calling a grocery store a magazine stand. Technically you can buy magazines there, but that's not their primary revenue."
Family Guy was a full script with CURRENT EVENT humor that a commentator felt matched the show's humor.
Grey's Anatomy is my favorite show. I wrote an ending episode that would fit perfectly if this show ended this season. I may have predicted some things that have/will happened on the show. That's going to be my Road Trip link.
West Wing, I did have a little rant because of current US events, but still, thought it would have been more popular.
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I also did an Iron Chef 🇺🇸 episode. And today it was announced that show is BACK and going to be on Netflix. https://www.facebook.com/100044181828660/posts/542069623942427/
I definitely had more guests and comments than usual. That's why the challenge is awesome.
My theme came to me while scrolling for a binge-watch.
I did the #azchat on Instagram. I am still banned from Twitter for threatening the negative voices of self-doubt, but maybe that will change with Musk?
Will America's future look more like Eureka and Star Trek, or have we plateaued into a permanent cycle of Roe v Wade and the Scopes Monkey Trial? I'll probably blog about that eventually. My state of Pennsylvania has a big election coming up. My blog doesn't usually feature tv shows, but rather fiction and rants.
The team is great. The story on J's blog was cool. Easy to use Google spreadsheets and forms. The graphics match the usual, so that's cool. Looking forward to next year.
There's a blogger staring at their blog and feeling lonely and sad. 😔
Not enough visitors? Not enough comments? But the blogger blogged all month! Really interesting stuff.
Johnny goes over to Sarah's place.
"Have you heard of blogging?"
"Yeah, Johnny, I wasn't the one in a coma for years."
Sarah and Johnny 🧠🌩 brainstorm ways to bring more comments and visits to the blogger. Johnny gets another vision.
"I have to visit a guy named Arlee. He'll create a blogging challenge using the alphabet. It will bring the community together. Every April, hundreds of bloggers from all over the world will post and visit each other to comment. That will help the blogger I'm seeing feel less alone." ✈
Marshall eats 30-cent tacos from a corner truck. Everyone thinks he'll get sick from them. 🌮 He doesn't, at first, but then he eats too many. WAY too many. Barney pays the truck not to serve Marshall.
Lily, Robin, and Barney go to a concert. Robin gets on stage.
"Boobs?" Barney asks.
"I know people," says Robin.
"People who like boobs?" Barney jokes.
"I was a Canadian pop star." Robin flashes a smile.
At the end of the episode, it's revealed Lily flashed Robin's boobs.
Ted goes to a laundromat. He runs into his ex. They had a lizard together. She gave it away to another boyfriend. While they're doing laundry, his sweater gets mixed in with her stuff. It's clear he has a chance to go home with her for sex. But then she ruins his sweater.
"She gave away our lizard and she ruined my sweater!"
"Ted, you could have gotten laid," Barney yells.
Ted repeats himself.
"Gotten laid!" Barney repeats.
They turn to Marshall. "Yeah, I have to agree with Barney on this one. Lily, flash Robin's boobs to Ted. He's forgotten how great boobs are."
Everyone laughs. Ted is disappointed that Robin's boobs aren't actually flashed.
Mulder and Scully are out on a boat. Scully is swept into the ocean. Once she's back on board, she asks, "where is he?" Then describes a handsome young man with curly blond hair and stunning green eyes.
Mulder is convinced she was saved by a merman. Scully is not.
"Must have been a dolphin."
"With blond hair?"
"I was deprived of oxygen. I hallucinated. Or there's a person down there. A drowning victim."
They investigate. Treasure is found. But no people.
For those who believe, no explanation is needed, for those who don't, none will ever do.
CJ and Josh help the president address the public over rising fuel prices and the president's part in controlling or influencing prices. Abbey works with a medical professionals' rights group to create a presentation for Congress on the importance of menstruation products being available for free, pap smears and HPV screenings being fully covered, and a guaranteed right to put one's own health and body first before any cell clumps.
(Including the right to make the choice to fight cancer rather than die pregnant. BECAUSE WE WOULDN'T WANT SOME STATE TO OUTLAW THE RIGHT OF A LIVING AMERICAN TO FIGHT CANCER FOR THEIR OWN SURVIVAL. NO, WE WOULDN'T LET SOME LAW EXIST THAT DECLARES A PERSON WITH A DEADLY DISEASE LOSES THE RIGHT TO TREATMENT IF THAT PERSON BECOMES PREGNANT- INCLUDING NOT BY CHOICE PREGNANCY- AND THEREFORE, THEY ARE CONDEMNED TO DEATH AS IS THE FETUS. AND NO, THEY AREN'T ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE STATE, EITHER. 😤 Can't imagine that happening 15 years or so after this show went off the air.)
Several States Missouri "laws that clearly violate an individual’s constitutional rights, rights that have been recognized and protected for decades, are now going into effect and impacting whether people can get care,” said Emily Wales, president and CEO of the Planned Parenthood affiliate."
While his wife is at it, the President presents a bill requiring any state that creates a law forbidding a pregnant person from leaving the state (for any reason, including possibly getting a medical procedure), must present that law in plain language to every potential person, and any family coming with them, who is being recruited to their state for research, employment, or schooling. They must be made aware that if they move to that state and become pregnant, they might not be protected by the laws of the United States.
Then another bill to declare that a miscarriage is "an act of God," and therefore may not legally be considered a crime. Any state found trying to subvert this is subject to a billion-dollar fine per incident. And EVERY penny of the fine is donated to Planned Parenthood. (That's Billion with B. 💰💸)
Then Bartlet and the crew go into the White House basement for a bowling tournament. Leo wins.
My brother is in the Redneck shirt, dad is in the white shirt.
Now that Musk bought Twitter, I'm going to see if my account can be reactivated.
"When Elon Musk reached a deal to buy Twitter on Monday, he promised to return free speech and debate to the platform, saying it was “the bedrock of a functioning democracy.”
Whether a less moderated social network will be a good or bad thing has become a top topic of debate on Twitter itself among influencers and politicians from across the political spectrum." NYT
If I WANT to stay on Twitter will remain to be seen. But getting kicked off for seeking to improve my mental health still bothers me to my core. So I sent this message, again. We'll see.
I know I didn't threaten an individual or group of people. I did threaten a non-corporal intangible construct (my own self-critical voices).
My own self-critical voices are not a person or people, and therefore cannot be targeted for harassment or abuse, as they do not actually exist, and certainly are not now nor have ever been children.
My own self-critical voices do not have a race, ethnicity, national origin, caste, sexual orientation, gender, gender identity, religious affiliation, age, disability, or serious disease.
Threatening my own self-critical inner voices is the opposite of promoting suicide or self-harm, as those voices are frequently CAUSES of such actions. So if you oppose fighting back against self-critical inner voices, you're violating your own terms of service and need to be suspended too. Just saying.
Killing one's own self-critical voices involves no actual death or violence.
It's actually the path to IMPROVING mental health and taking charge of your own life.
I am asking only to be treated the same as others. Or for an explanation as to why I should not be treated the same as others. Or, at the very least, to know how I have been WORSE than the person I quoted (their joke), in such a way that I may learn how to become a better person. Because I do not understand what about wanting to deal with my own self-critical voices is a violation of your TOS.
Attn Neptune High! The Carnival is coming to town for 10 days only!
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Seems like a fun time. Until some stuff goes missing. Petty theft doesn't get much time or attention from the cops, so students turn to Veronica. Eli approaches her and suggests she doesn't dig too deep. Veronica thinks he's confessing, but soon realizes the "petty thief" has taken more than cheap trinkets. Someone robbed a druggie gangster. Will she bust the criminal before guns and drugs end up hurting someone?
(Of course she will! The show had a long run and was brought back and got a movie.)
Betty has to write an article about crystals created with sweat. While on the interview, she finds out that Alexis lied about her whereabouts. The belt she was wearing in the "evidence" that proves her alibi came out three months later. By the end of the episode, Daniel tells Betty that the magazine sometimes gets swag early. They aren't supposed to let it leave the building, so that's the only crime of which his sister is guilty. Claire and Alexis have a secret meeting where it's revealed that Betty is right.
(A crossover! Two Broke Girls actually starts with the number 2, not the letter T. So I'm distracting you with Sam, Dean, and the Impala.)
(Okay, you should be distracted by now. Hopefully so much that you won't even notice that Supernatural was on the CW and 2 Broke Girls was on CBS, so they never could crossover.)
Max and Caroline find a bag of trash on the way home.
"It isn't even in the dumpster! It's dumpster adjacent. That's fair game." Max says to Caroline's protests.
"There is nothing that would make me, OHMYGOD is that a Tiffany's box? I didn't think they had this shade of blue in Brooklyn."
Caroline goes home with a pair of earrings in a blue box. Max takes home a skull.
[In funny voice] "Well hello, Caroline! Yes, enjoy my earrings. As you can see, I shan't be needing them." Max says, speaking through the skull.
Sam and Dean come into the diner the next day.
"We've definitely stayed in a motel with this wallpaper," Sam says.
"Pie." Dean says.
"Welcome to The Williamsburg Diner. We're featuring delicious cupcakes from Max's homemade cupcakes. Only four dollars." Caroline hands them menus.
"Burger, fries, and pie, please," Dean says.
"Pie? Really? When there are cupcakes?"
As the guys eat, they talk about the case.
Sam reads what they know. "So this guy, Luis, dumped the body and evidence of the woman who his mother definitely didn't kill."
"Which means she did," Dean says.
"Oh, she definitely did. Which is probably why the ghost stuck around. That, and, well, would you want your bones dumped here?"
Dean makes a face. "I'm not sure I even want to take a dump here."
"Nice," Sam says sarcastically.
The guys eventually figure out that Caroline is wearing the earrings that were tossed out. Luis had told them it killed him to do it, but the old hag was never without them, and they were a dead giveaway. In case they found more than one trash bag with remains. The guys follow the girls back to their apartment.
"We'll go in the back. What am I stepping in, Sammy?"
"I think it's horsecrap."
"Why would there be horsecrap? Oh, there's a horse. What's up with these girls?"
Dean goes to pick the lock. Sam lightly taps the door, which easily opens.
"Just had to jiggle the gum wrapper."
Dean shakes his head and puts away his lockpick.
The skull is sitting in the living room, wearing a red wig. Sam and Dean exchange looks and then go to grab it.
The girls flip on the lights.
"FREEZE! Nobody touches Mrs. Garrett." Max says, holding a baseball bat. Caroline stands behind her, holding a tampon.
"FBI. We need to take this," Dean says, flashing a badge.
"No, you aren't. I met all the FBI agents when they arrested my father. Step away from the skull," Caroline yells.
The guys end up flirting with the girls. Dean and Max sleep together. Sam and Caroline stay up talking about college. Max gives Dean the skull.
"He earned it."
"You mean that was a real skull? Wait, does that mean these earrings are real too?" Caroline asks.
"She died wearing them," Sam says. "There's a chance burning her bones won't be enough. There might still be some of her on them," Sam tells her.
Caroline rips them out and throws them at him. "I can't have nice things!"
"Aww, I can think of something nice we have." Max says.
The girls ride Chestnut next to the Impala as the guys drive away.
