Chapter Seven
Amy Sheppard watched Cramer Road. She glanced at Bert Robinson. He seemed unaware of the crime rate. Michigan wasn't going to be like New York with the Mob; Michigan had its own murder rate that was smaller. She wasn't sure that the gangsters would come to the city. In her mind, she wanted to go to see Tod Jameson, her boyfriend.
The sign read: Duck Lake National Park, Michigan.
She walked through the silvery colored gates.
Families were talking.
Her face was young.
She was eighteen, and part of the Delta Phi Delta sorority house. Amy loved exercise; the exercise kept her fit and healthy. The Hari Krishna religious people chanted, and sang songs in their costumes. Amy smiled at them, and gave them several quarters; she was eager to jog half a mile today. The cries of babies in prams was heard. Suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps. A man was smoking a cigarette. Amy wondered whether she was going to scream; she was eager to get away from the stranger. There was a sorority house security guard on patrol outside the gate. 'Excuse me, but there was a man smoking...'. He nodded. 'It isn't a crime to smoke, lady', he said.
'But, he looked funny'.
'That's your problem, lady...Not mine'.
Amy sighed, as the man stomped his right shoe on the burning embers of the cigarette. Then he headed to his truck. And drove away. Amy was feeling paranoid, as if something irked her.
She decided to jog faster, as she was determined to do self-defense classes tonight, when the moon's glow was in the cold, Michigan, sky.
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