PART II: RESULTS EXPECTATION VS. PREDICTABLE OUTCOMES / 11

PART II-RESULTS EXPECTATION VS. PREDICTABLE OUTCOMES

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Chapter 11

The next few days passed without incident, apart from the Stop N Shop being robbed again, and a few street lights being shot out by the local pre-adolescent street gangs. In my specific circle of existence, there was a kind of re-packing of life. Colonel BB made repairs to his shed, Ethyl planted more flowers and actively avoided Edgar who moped on the street corner, truly unsure about his next move in his specific game of life.
I had recently been relieved of the need to procure Inolea's papers, but I did need to dispose of that cat into the dumpster. Bufford agreed to go with me to perform the grisly task. He arrived and I gingerly used two sturdy elm branches to remove the remains, wholly thawed now and in their full olfactory glory. I placed them into a plastic bag which Bufford held out with a certain deference, and we walked out to the corner dumpster in vague parody of a Roman funeral procession. The task complete, we returned to the front yard and pulled out the chairs. We cracked open a couple of Miller Genuine Drafts in honor of all rotting feline corpses around the world and, over the drone of the freeway and occasional police siren, discussed the variance of result expectation vs. unpredictable outcomes and whether or not Ethyl had done me a disservice or a favor regarding that cat. I talked a bit about EcoCares and Bufford fell into a pensive silence and we wasted away the rest of the twilight hours and the case of beer until long after dark.