Journal 44

Heed the will of Aloysius. Praise be Aloysius. Aloysius is the way. People filled the streets singing their praises. At least they were nice about it. A roadside kiosk owner offered me a glass of water. The water was a gift from Aloysius. He doesn’t want anyone to thirst. The walk home was longer than I had expected. I now have a blister the size of Texas on the top of my little toe. I won’t be putting my shoe back on my right foot for a couple of days. It’s my punishment from Aloysius for taking the canned apples.

I almost succeeded in putting the canned apple pie filling back into the food stores. I was pulling the two cans of apples out of my backpack when Pete walked around the corner. Sheriff Pete didn’t believe me when I said I was restocking our supplies. I tried to play innocent but, I had to admit that I took the apples. He was a bit peeved I didn’t speak up and then told Lisa I took them.