Cannibal Tim: Episode II

Previously: Episode I

Episode II

Judy Halpert. Fat, short, blue eyes, fair. Sat on the 3rd seat, last row. 

First in all History & Biology tests. Last in all else.
She was a nobody back then. Tim had made a living out of being a nobody and he intended to continue doing that. 

So when he killed Casey Caan, former Chemistry lab partner, he ensured that she had no dependents. Nelly Buford, ex-flame. No job. 

Annie Lee was eaten in cold December. With the help of a bonfire, in Ghostwood near Pin Teaks. Judy was not married. Known to be single. 

Tim was very ready to mingle.

Tim had never known love. Yet, when he saw Judy he knew. She was standing next to the fake palm tree in the Grand Northern lobby, as he had instructed, wearing a red hat. For all his rationality, Tim loved this particular motif.
In his black heart, he knew that he could never  eat her. He had planned on it. But the feeling was overwhelming. It was as true as the love that good-for-nothing Romeo so daringly proclaimed for Juliet, that two-bit tramp. 

Tim knew. Then he realized Judy was standing right in front of him. He moved his mouth, fully expecting words to march out like Napoleonic armies. He was after all an orator. Instead, Tim said nothing. He could not manage a single piece of coherency.

Judy smiled. She recognized Tim. He was as cute as he was in school. A thin layer of stubble graced his face. She looked into his brown eyes, smiled reassuringly and said, "Dinner. My place. 8 O’clock" while slipping him her card. Tim managed a smile. Though he did suspect it might have barely looked like one. She walked away from him. A few paces. 

Then she turned around, smiled wickedly and said, "I don't like to wait." He smiled now. He sniffed the air where she had been standing a moment ago; it smelled of daisies, chocolate and something else he could not place. He did not care at all for it. Tim was struck by il fulmine - the thunderbolt.

Judy's house had a garden. A nice place with daisies. Tim might have been in love but he couldn't disregard his predatory instincts. He checked if he had been followed before getting out of the car. He walked through the shadows to pass undetected from prying neighboring eyes. He reached the white fence with the blue gate. She made chocolates at home and sold it to a distributor directly. He walked up to the door and rang the bell. 

After a moment, that predictably registered as an eternity, Judy's pleasant visage greeted him, "Come on in."

...to be continued