CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Beau stirred and sat on the side of his bed. Scratching his head, he rubbed his eyes as he stood. Shuffling into the kitchen still dressed in his pajamas and floppy house shoes, he plugged in the coffee pot.
"Did you sleep well?" Leonard asked.
"I had another headache last night. I didn't sleep well. I felt like little bugs were crawling all over my body," Beau said scratching at his arms.
Pulling the comic page from the Gazette, he suddenly turned his attention to the front of the house. There came a knock at the door. Then a short pause before several more rapid-fire unyielding knocks came forth. Folding the paper, he laid the comics on the table and then tip-toed to the front window and peeked out. He smiled as he recognized her, so he went to the door.
"Why, if it ain't Officer Hendrix of the Saint Cloud police department, what brings you out this cheery morning?"
"Good morning Mr. Camp," She said holding the envelope in front of him. "I have a legal paper to serve on you."
"You need insurance today?" Beau asked her.
Sherry gave an odd look before continuing, "Not today sir, I stopped to give you this summons."
"Okay, thanks." Beau said taking the document and then without warning closed the door. Beau went and sat on the sofa as he studied over the summons before he picked up the telephone. Calling the family attorney who had been a close friend of his mothers, he agreed to see Beau and look over the court document. A meeting was set for two o'clock the next day to discuss the summons.
“Leonard, is this summons bad news?” Beau asked.
“Have you ever seen one that wasn’t?”
“Something has been on my mind of late, who put those two purses in my house? They frightened me somethin’ terrible.”
“That was just a little joke I played on the police.” Leonard laughed.
“A joke?”
“For my personal amusement. Those inept dummies will spend the rest of their pathetic lives trying to figure out who put them there and why. That will give me great satisfaction watching them puzzle over something that has no meaning whatsoever. Ignorant humans, always trying to give some kind of meaning to things, even when there is no meaning to be had.” Leonard broke into hilarity at his inside joke.