“Maureen was in fact a girl and not a serial killer, at least to my knowledge she wasn’t. She was in a rocking chair marathon for those eighteen days. Remind me never to prevent you from sleeping, I’m not really keen on the idea of being murdered.” Sophia giggled again even though it wasn’t something to really joke about. She stopped in her tracks, a small smile spreading across her lips when she heard those three words. “Oh.” Was all she said, happily though it may not have come across that way.
“So Maureen was an elderly woman?” He asked, confused. He had begun to feel like some sort of Karen Smith, and that wasn’t his intention. “I think I’d murder George Bush first, then you. Better watch out.” He laughed, conscious of the fact that he should not have been joking about murdering people. “I mean—” He said, after hearing her reaction. “—that’s what I meant, but… if you don’t wanna do that, then…” Now he was beginning to feel like some sort of middle schooled freak.
