The Corpse Can't Sing 8

Abigail Faye walks quickly along the nearly deserted street, a small bottle of pills rattling in her pocket. She smiles at the wonders of city life. A 24 hour drugstore a few short blocks from her sister’s penthouse apartment seems such a luxury to a small town girl. She would have preferred company, Johnny’s company to be specific, but Marilyn had been so insistent on needing his comfort.

Abigail Faye never recalled her older sister suffering migraines in the past. Then again, her life was very busy these days. Perhaps the stress was getting to her. She hopes the pain medication will help Marilyn sleep soundly. The girl increases her pace, happily oblivious of her surroundings as she anticipates the additional moments alone with Johnny this migraine may allow.