I Am Curious (Thirty)

April 20

I thought I saw Arnold on the street. A comic moment, I suppose. I ran up for a closer look, and the man turned and gave me a what-seems-to-be-wrong-with-you-little-girl look, and of course on second glance it did not look like Arnold at all, not at all. I muttered something and turned away, feeling out of sorts.

The two of them have entirely disappeared. No trace. I only hope, well, that nothing happened. Would he do anything awful?

I am positive he has killed people. I think he would kill people as people kill flies.

No, wrong. He’d take some pleasure in it.