Blues Singer

Bette had a lot at stake with this tour. I didn't want to upset her right now with any startling revealations about her old man, whose attention she craved, and approval she tried hard to get, but never received. And, now, it was evening. Bette was taking a shower. And, while she was busy, I was adding a brick to a black plastic bag with Mr. Elliott's shirt, wallet and car keys in it, and was about to sink it in the lake. I used black plastic, hoping it would attract less attention if it for some reason, resurfaced on the water. My apartment was right on a lake. I just loved it there. But, what I was about to do, made me wonder how many other secrets that lake held within it's muddy shores.