A Reprieve With Dead Time
I’m still alive, Hamdulillah! Thank God!
When the executioner arrived, he ordered me back inside. I complied and met with the director of the Secret Service. I was told that Uncle Sam wanted to hear the remainder of my story. I was given a reprieve.
I was taken to a spacious apartment in a high rise building on the 9th floor with bars on the windows to prevent escape. The windows and door open though. If I require anything, the agents posted outside the door will assist me. They assured me that I couldn’t escape. Only the dedicated agents and Uncle Sam would be able to see me or even be on my floor. I was safe from any outside forces.
The kitchen is fully equipped and stocked so that I might cook whatever I desire. My few belongings were placed in the apartment for me. I was told that if I wanted anything, the agents posted outside would provide it for me without delay. I’m not allowed any phone or internet access though. They gave me a button to wear so that if I need assistance and can’t get to the door, I can push it for them to enter.
The agents introduced me to the few female agents who occupy neighboring apartments. They offer me companionship so that I don’t become lonely, bored or insane. They are very nice, friendly, supportive and understanding.
I was told to make myself at home. Uncle Sam had business to attend to so I had some dead time. I had access to the outside as I wished. Armed female agents had to accompany me though. There would be trained snipers monitoring my movements and those of others near me. The female agents who accompanied me pointed a few obvious ones out and said that one gets accustomed to it.
I was left alone and got some much needed rest. When I awoke, I began cooking and organizing the apartment to suit me. I have invited my female companions to dine with me. We have shared much of our lives and foods with each other. It has been wonderful. It feels like a new lease on life. I know that it’s only a temporary reprieve though.
I am told that Uncle Sam will return in two weeks. I am busy preparing the feast for his arrival with some of the foods he liked best and a few new ones that I hope he will enjoy.
I have been truly blessed to have given my people more time to prepare and escape if possible. I don’t know how much longer I will be able to stay alive and keep Uncle Sam from killing more women because of his fears. Every day of life is a blessing though. I am trying to stay focused on saving my people because
Every life matters, especially yours.
God bless Nebraska and especially Her people.
