Feb 08, 2009 21:03
Craig showed up at our house earlier, unexpectedly, with sockboy's dog. "We need a place to leave her," Craig said. "It's better if you don't ask why."
"Is [sockboy] ok?"
"No. And don't answer the phone if he tries to call you."
The dog, Cash, is a sweet dog but she is antsy here. She wants to know where her people are. Trevi the resident puppy is happy to have a playmate but Francesca has gone into hiding.
I called Andy later to ask for a better explanation of why we have a dog. "Well," he said, "we couldn't bring her to a hotel room with us."
"Don't tell her where we are!" I heard Craig shout in the background.
"I'm not giving her any specifics, geez," Andy replied to Craig.
"Anyway," Andy continued, "we are in an undisclosed hotel room. We don't want [sockboy] to find us. He's... not good. He's going crazy. He's dangerous. He tried to kill someone. We had to get away. We couldn't have left the dog. He might've hurt her. We told him that he has to leave. We've stuck with him through so much. We've tried. We just can't do this anymore. I feel bad, but there's nothing we could do. It's over."