Scott: “Hello. My name is Houdini. Why are you trying to kill me?”
February 2, 2008
“Hello. My name is Houdini. Why are you trying to kill me?” read the note Martha found taped to the front door. It couldn’t have been written by Philip, she thought. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t have faked such nice cursive.
It wasn’t so much nice handwriting as technically perfect. There was no style to it, every cross and dot was exactly half-way between the base and top of the tall letters.
Her acute observation of these details made Martha wonder if she was watching too much CSI lately. Without this weekly ritual, however, she would never find a conversationless hour in the same room as her mother who was enthralled by the show. During the commercials she would just watch her mother’s expressionless face that wasn’t without a sort of mascara beauty.
Yes, it was definitely written by a child in the building, trying to convince them that his or her pet rabbit, who had recently been terrorizing their residence, was an intelligent being (with excellent penmanship) who deserved a better fate than extermination.
They had never planned on killing the thing. But just in case, Martha decided it was up to her to rescue Houdini.
