#jo002

chance had asked himself the same question about one million times since the town hall: if he could unknow what he knew now...would he? there was something about being blissfully ignorant...something about that peace of mind that undoubtedly appealed to him. however, try as he might, there was no way to forget what he knew and what he’d seen. he thought he’d seen enough at the carnival, but the rabid dogs at the junkyard only added fuel to the fire that evil forces were most definitely at play. was his mother right? was this the work of the devil? or  was it god punishing them for not being god-fearing and pious enough? 

these were the thoughts pulsing through his brain and giving him a headache on his drive over to the foreman residence. it had been exactly a day since the town hall and chance didn’t know who to talk to about this. he couldn’t talk to adam—he got too sensitive about the whole thing. he couldn’t talk to jack...mostly because jack didn’t know any more than he did. and he didn’t want to pester steve about anything given the state he’d been in at the hospital just over two weeks ago. 

so who was left to help? who could he trust? when mrs. foreman opened the front door and assumed that chance was there for jack, he had to correct her and say that he was actually there to see jo. he indulged in a bit of small talk, but eventually managed to swiftly and politely exit the conversation before speeding to jo’s room and giving her two firm knocks before his hand found the doorknob. “jo it’s—” me, “it’s chance. can i come in?” he leaned his head on the doorway, “please.”