~A NEW ATTITUDE~

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Kagome walked around the garage, searching. A dusty garden hose was coiled on a shelf at the back. She examined it, but there was no telling how old it was. Her father had never thrown anything away in his life. Still, it should do the job. She went inside the house for a knife so she could slice off a three- or four-foot section. A few minutes later, Marilee was trying to siphon gasoline out of the lawn mower. She swallowed a mouthful, then spent the next few minutes coughing and gagging before gave it a second attempt. Koga had made it all look so simple the time he he’d done it. Once the gas started coming, she quickly moved her end of the hose to the tank, but in her rush, dropped it, she grabbed for it but was a spilt second too late. Gas spewed everywhere, dousing her hair, face and eyes, It felt like someone had set her eyeballs on fire.


“Hellfire and damnation!” To hell with dignity and morals! Kagome dropped the hose and raced blindly inside the house to the bathroom, where she bathed her eyes in cold water, running her perfect makeup and hairdo.

There went all her plans for a fashionable funeral, Mirkou Denton, who owned the local funeral home, would tale one look at her and insist on a closed coffin. Kagome sat on the edge of the tub and wept. And here she thought she’d used up all her tears.


Where had she gone wrong? What had she done to Koga ( A/n plz tell me if I spelled his name wrong thanks) to make him hate her so? How could two people who’d once been so much in love, who’d vowed to God and themselves they’d never part, suddenly find themselves in such a mess?

It had to be the flannel nightgowns she wore to bed. And the floppy socks that kept her feet warm during the night. It was no wonder he’d left her. She’d failed her husband. She’d let herself go. Chased him right smack into the arms of another women.

Kikyo Stonewell was probably allergic to flannel. Finally, Kagome composed herself. She returned to the garage and shook her head at the sight. What a mess Leaning against her car and feeling defeated, she could just imagine what Koga would say.

“ Kagome,” he’d say, “if you had a brain you’d have to wear a warning label.”

Koga had never talked to her like that in the early years. He’d referred to her as his Sweet Pee. “Sweet pea”, he’d say, “you are a sight to behold in that new dress”, or “Sweet Pea, what did you think of my sermon today?”

Now she was just plain old Kagome, who wasardearded with a weary sigh form him when she asked the simplest question. “ Kagome, I don’t have time worry about the Eater pageant. That’s your job.” Sigh. “Kagome, why are you bothering me with questions about the Christmas cantata when you know I have to prepare my sermon?” Another sigh. Or, Kagome, why on earth would you serve taco salads at the senior citizens’ dinner when you know elderly people can’t eat spicy food? Have you any idea how many complaints I’ve received? I swear, Kagome, if you had a brain, you’d have to wear a warning label.”

There were times she felt she couldn’t do anything right, no matter how hard she worked. What about all the seniors’ just how many visitors they had at Easter and Christmas? Of course she wanted everything to go right. Some of those visitors became members.

She shook her head sadly. Maybe Koga was right. What did she know about anything? She gave a sniff. Not that Koga was some kind of genius, mind you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten kicked out of the church for sleeping with a woman who had a tattoo on her fanny that read easy rider. At least that’s what kanga Millburn claimed, and she should know since she taught water aerobics at the YMCA. Kanga had “excused” Kikyo from class for wearing a thong bikini, of all things.
Another woman. That was the absolute last thing she had expected of him. Kagome wondered if Koga’s recent diags ofs of high blood pressure had something to do with the change that had come over him. Seemed he was always tired and out of sorts or feeling under the weather. Her mother had long ago accused him of being a hypochondriac and although Kagome had defended him, there’d been times she’d thought the same thing. Lately, he’d become so moody she’d found herself tiptoeing around him. Then one day, right out of the blue, he told her he planned to leave the ministry .

Looking back, Kagome was surprised she hadn’t tried to kill herself sooner.

With a heartfelt sign, she stood and walked into the living room. The place was gloomy and musty form being closed up for so long, and she hadn’t had the heart to do anything about it pastpast few days, hadn’t wanted to remember how warm and inviting the house had been when her parents were alive. Koga had wanted her to sell it once her mother passed on; he resented the utility bills they received every month for a place that had been closed up for two years. “You’ll never find closure until you let go of that house,” he’d said more than once. But Kagome had resisted. She’d planned to put it on the market later, when property values went up. Then use the money to send Shippo to college.

Sheets covered the furniture and the old piano where she had once practiced her scales under the tutelage of Mrs. Sadie Abraham until her behide felt as if it were growing into the piano be Th The wooden floors wore a thick layer of dust. Heavy brocade drapes locked out the early-morning sun. Lord, but they were ugly, what with those thick cords twisted together like a bunch of snakes in mating season. The tassels looked as though they belonged in a bordello. What had her mother been thinking? They’d obviously been on sale, because one thing Hester Brown had never been able to pass up was a K mart blue-light special or a clearance table.

Wait a minute…… Cords?

Kagome stepped closer and examined them. Three nylon strands were braided to make one thick cord. She tugged hard. The fabric was still good and strong. She glanced up at the beam that ran beneath the raised ceiling, her mind working franticly. Her answer was right in front of her.

She would hang herself!