rocodile Tears
CThe front door creaked open as he entered the dark house. "Sheila? You home?"There was only one light on, in the back of the house. After closing the door behind him and locking it, he began toward the light. She sure didn't live in the most hospitable of neighborhoods, he thought, as he remembered the few disheveled houses, and the yelling occurring before the few upright seeming habitats. Going down the hallway, he heard soft sobs coming from the sole illumination in the house. The angelic...