CHAPTER THIRTEEN: LEONARD SANDERSON: SHADOWS OF THE PAST
Mary Hazel Upton
BLOG POST FOR MARIETTE'S NIGHTMARE HOUSE PAGE
DECEMBER 26, 2017 TUESDAY FOR STORY IN PROGRESS
CHERIE'S CHRISTMAS FLOWERS
DECEMBER 19, 2015
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
I took this photograph of some of Cherie's beautiful Christmas flowers at Kroger's a couple years ago. Cherie is the manager of the Kroger flower shop. Whenever I am in Kroger's I always take a few minutes to visit with Cherie and look at her beautiful flowers. She lets me take photographs of them.
Here is the link for Kroger's main website. You can now shop online at some of the Kroger's stores, including the one here in Clarksville, although you have to go to the store to pick up your order and can't have it delivered to your home. They also have e-coupons on the website that you can load directly to your Kroger card as well as lots of recipes on the website. The Clarksville Kroger's also has a very nice small restaurant and deli and also a large salad bar in the store with plenty of tables. I usually eat supper there when I shop for my weekly groceries.
GAIN UPTON AND CLAUDE HENSON
MAY 14, 1983
PHOTOGRAPH BY HAZEL FERN HENSON
This photograph of Gain and Daddy pouring the concrete for the floor of the barn we were building is from one of Mama's old photo books. They came up to visit us for a long weekend so that they could help us with this project. There are more photos of that visit and the barn building in her photo books and I will publish more of them later. In the front of the book that this photo is in she has written:
"May 13-14-15-16-1983. Spent weekend at Wheeling, Ind. helping Gain & Mary Upton pour floor for 'barn'. People there at that time Rob Upton, Lynda, Brian & baby Stephanie Zimmerman, Rob's girlfriend Pam & her baby Shawn, Mary & Gain Upton, Hazel & Claude Henson, Mr. Sands, Upton's neighbor, neighbor's cat".
All of the people mentioned were helping us that weekend.
MR. LEON SANDS
PHOTOGRAPH BY HAZEL FERN HENSON
This is one of three photos of Mr. Sands, our neighbor to the south, in Mama's old book. Unless she has more photos taken at another time, which I haven't found, those three are the only three I have now. Mr. Sands and his wife were living in Wheeling when Gain and I moved there, as were the Arions to the north of us. Later Mr. Sands and his wife moved to town because they said they were getting too old to keep up their place in the country. That was many years ago, so probably both Mr. Sands and his wife have passed away by now. If any relatives happen to see this photo or people doing genealogy research would like a copy of the photo, please feel free to download and share it. The characters of Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson in Mariette's book are respectfully based on Mr. and Mrs. Sands. They were both fine people and good neighbors.
LEONARD SANDERSON: SHADOWS OF THE PAST
Leonard Sanderson woke up to bright April sunshine coming through his bedroom window. The fresh new morning might as well have been a dreary winter’s day, though, as far as his present mood was concerned. He went out to the kitchen. It was becoming a daily habit to look out the kitchen window every morning, even before he’d been to the bathroom. Only after he’d looked out the kitchen window toward the old LaGrange place did he know if it was going to be a good day or a bad day.
“Do you want eggs or pancakes this morning?” Violet asked.
“I’ll let you know after I’ve had my coffee.”
Violet had been his wife for almost fifty years now, but she still couldn’t seem to remember that he had to have at least one cup of coffee every morning before he could think about breakfast. Leonard smiled, in spite of the growing dread that was settling in the pit of his stomach like a stone. Every day it got harder to look out his north window. The old LaGrange place had been there since before he could remember. It had been empty now for over thirty years. Leonard had been a young man, in the prime of his life, when he had discovered Simon LaGrange frozen to death in the old house. It seemed to him now that the house had cast a long shadow over his whole life. The shadow had seemed to grow larger and darker after Simon’s death, though.
Leonard accepted the cup of black coffee from Violet with a weak smile. He carefully kept his eyes from the north window.
“Are you feeling all right, Len?”
Violet was wearing black stretch shorts that came almost to her knobby knees and a loose fitting pink blouse, intended to hide her thickened waistline. For just a moment Leonard saw the pretty dark haired girl he’d married, though.
“I’m fine, Vi. You know it takes me a couple cups of coffee to get woke up.” Leonard tried hard to make his smile more convincing.
Violet didn’t look convinced. “I’m going to call Dr. Russell this morning. You’re six months overdue for your annual check-up.”
Leonard started to protest and then thought better of it. “Perhaps you’re right, dear.”
Violet looked slightly stunned that her husband had given in so easily. Len hated doctors and he hated to be fussed over.
Violet went back to the kitchen to start breakfast, leaving Leonard alone in their sunny little breakfast nook.
Leonard finally looked out the kitchen window, doing it all at once like a swimmer jumping into cold water to get the shock over with quickly. The house was framed by Violet’s yellow print curtains like a picture. The cheery country house print of the curtains contrasted sharply with the broken down, paint peeled reality of the LaGrange house. The sun was shining on the old LaGrange place, just as it was everywhere else in Carrollton Location. To Leonard’s eyes, though, it seemed darker over there. The darkness seemed to come from the old house, covering all of Carrollton Location, and spreading out even farther away. The darkness had started a long time ago. Leonard sat there drinking the rest of his coffee, remembering that long ago time.
Leonard remembered bringing Violet to their present house in Carrollton Location. It had been almost fifty years ago, but sometimes it seemed like only yesterday. He’d been twenty-three and Violet had been a girl of nineteen. They’d only been married a month and this had been their first home. It was going to be hard to leave it. Leonard frowned, unwilling to think about that now, and not just because of the memories their old home held. Mostly it had to do with Vickie. He wouldn’t think about that now. He only wanted to remember the good times right now.
He had known Violet since they’d been kids together. All of the old families in Carrollton County had known each other then. Not like nowadays. Too many new people moving in now. Like the young Rodgers couple moving in next door. They were out there now, working on the place, getting it ready to move into.
It was Easter weekend, a Saturday, the same Saturday that Curt and Mariette and her parents and Meaghn Louise worked tearing the old garage down next door. When Leonard looked out the kitchen window that morning and saw them all working out there already this morning, he knew it was going to be a bad day. The past casts long shadows, overshadowing the present and even the future. That past shouldn’t be disturbed. A feeling of dread of what the naïve and clueless young couple might uncover and bring back to ghastly life filled him whenever he saw them out there working.
That was another dangerous subject, though. His mind veered sharply away from it and back into the more pleasant past.
When they’d moved to Carrollton Location, only a few miles from Crossroads, where both his and Violet’s folks had still lived, there’d been a small grocery store in Carrollton Location and a church. Now both places were gone, boarded up these many years. Leonard would never have admitted it because it was a sign of paranoia, but he felt like the old LaGrange place had cast its dark shadows over them. Leonard knew all about paranoia. He’d drove a truck most of his adult working life. Violet had retired from the State Hospital in Libertyville. Although the attendants weren’t supposed to discuss anything that happened at the hospital, Violet sometimes shared some of the details of her working day with him.
Leonard pulled his mind back to his and Violet’s early marriage. Wasn’t it a sign of old age to let one’s mind wander from the subject? Leonard didn’t feel a day older in his mind than he had when he’d first married Violet. Only his old body wouldn’t let him forget his seventy-two years.
Simon’s parents still had the farm when Leonard and Violet had moved to Carrollton Location. Shortly after that Mr. LaGrange had died. For a while Simon and his mother had tried to keep up the farm. The neighbors had all helped when they could. Leonard had helped quite a bit. That’s how they’d gotten to know Mrs. LaGrange pretty well. For some reason the old lady had taken a real liking to Violet. Maybe it was because she was lonely after her husband had died. Perhaps it was also partly because Violet had shown an interest in the old-timey country way of living. Whatever the reason, Mrs. LaGrange taught Violet all she knew about gardening and canning and making quilts, all the old-timey skills that are practically forgotten now.
Leonard got up and got himself another cup of coffee. Violet was mixing pancakes from a box. Leonard returned to the breakfast nook and his memories. Back then Violet had had all of a new bride’s inexperience and enthusiasm. Those were good years. Their pantry was always full of home canned fruits and vegetables back then. They still had one of the quilts she had made on their bed. Violet had been so proud of that quilt, slightly uneven stitches and all.
Finally, even with help, the farm got too much for Simon and his mother to keep up. Mrs. LaGrange sold most of it off, only keeping one and a half acres around the house. He and Violet were still friendly with her, but that was when Violet had gotten a job at the State Hospital in Libertyville. Then Vickie came along and Violet threw herself into motherhood with the same enthusiasm as with everything else she did.
There was no longer time to do things in the old-timey way, or to visit with the neighbors as much. Not that they’d ever seen much of Simon, except in a distant neighborly way. Simon was older than they were. Even then he was shy and set in his ways, “queer”, as people around here used to say before the word took on the meaning it has now. He would nod at them, sometimes even say a few words to Leonard, but that was all.
After his mother had died, Simon just got stranger and stranger and more and more reclusive. Leonard, Harrison Arone, his neighbor to the north, and Jack Simpson, over Old America way, started kind of looking out for him. There wasn’t much they could do for him. Simon wouldn’t let them. Finally came that horrible day when the three men went over and found Simon dead in his house, frozen to death.
Leonard shook his head, trying to forget the way that corpse had looked. What had been so unnerving wasn’t just that Simon was dead, or even that he’d died in such a horrible way. What had shaken Leonard so badly was the look of terrible joy on the corpse’s face.
After Simon was gone, the LaGrange place stood empty until it was nearly gone. Pretty near thirty years, if Leonard recalled right. A shame to let a house go like that. There were renters from time to time, but none of them stayed. Some of them met with weird accidents.
One night Leonard and Violet were woke up at 3 A.M. by ambulance sirens. Seems like Bobby Jackson, the current renter, had gotten his hand stuck in a hole in one of the attic boards. He never could explain what he was doing up in the attic at that time of night, or according to him, remember getting up there. His wife said she was woke up by his screams that something on the other side of the hole was trying to pull him through. During his struggles a good bit of his skin was peeled off. Afterwards the paramedics said that it wasn’t possible for him to have poked his whole hand through a hole that size, except that he had. The Jacksons moved right after that.
One man had committed suicide in the house. Hanged himself in the big walk-in pantry. That had created quite a stir in Carrollton Location.
Not as big a stir as the man who had shot his wife, though.
What really shocked the whole town, though, was the woman who had murdered her husband and stuffed the cut up body down the cistern. It may never have been discovered if it hadn’t been for kids daring each other to explore the house. The woman had moved away by then and the house was empty again. It had been an unusually warm October and the kids told their parents that there was a bad smell coming from the cistern. No one took them seriously at first, but finally their parents grew worried when the kids all stuck to the same story. The police found the body and arrested the woman, who was living in an apartment in Libertyville. The newspapers reported that she kept insisting the house made her do it. They sent her to Libertyville State Hospital, where as far as Leonard knew, she still was. That had been fifteen years ago.
The house had already gotten the reputation of being haunted among the neighborhood kids. After that, all but the bravest ones stayed away from it.
The renters became a rougher and rougher bunch. Their tenancies became shorter and shorter and the periods when the house was empty became longer and more frequent. Leonard and Violet quit having anything to do with them. Toward the last, they didn’t even know some of the renter’s names before they were gone.
The LaGrange house stood empty a good spell after the last of the renters moved out. For a while the long shadows of the past that the old house seemed to cast lightened. There were weeks and months at a time when Leonard didn’t even think about the house’s connection to the past. It was just there, an ordinary dilapidated old house. He looked at it every day, but he now longer saw it.
Then Curt and Mariette Rodgers bought the old LaGrange place. That’s when the shadows began to gather again. The funny thing was they seemed like a nice young couple, and they certainly were diligent. Just in the short time they’d owned the place, it was beginning to look the way it had years ago. Oh, the house was still falling apart, but the kids had started cleaning up the yard. Leonard fancied he could see the shape of the way the place had been beginning to show through what it was now. It was like looking through a window and seeing, not what was outside now, but what had been there ten years ago. Leonard imagined that window showing older and older yesterdays, until he was finally looking at the time before Mrs. LaGrange had died. Somehow it wasn’t a comfortable thought.
“Your breakfast is ready, Len." His gloomy thoughts were interrupted by his wife’s voice.
All day Leonard sat by the window watching the young Rodgers couple hard at work. They had help today and were tearing down the old garage. Around 3 P.M. they gathered up their tools and drove away in their pick-up truck. Their departure brought no comfort to Leonard. They’d be back in a few days, and more layers of the past would be stripped away, a past better left alone.
That night Leonard Sanderson dreamed that he was walking down a long road that looked like Highway 29 forty years ago. He was walking from Crossroads to Carrollton Location. It was August and a storm was brewing. He was walking into the storm and the sky kept getting darker and darker until it was the color of a bruise. As he walked, he knew he wasn’t just covering distance. Each step was taking him deeper and deeper into his own past. A feeling of dread oppressed him. There was something terrible at the end of that road. He didn’t know what it was, but he was afraid, more afraid than he’d ever been before.
And in Libertyville, Nettie Hensley too dreamed the same dream. Nettie liked thunderstorms, but in this dream she was terribly afraid. This was no ordinary thunderstorm. As she walked on that long ago lost highway she realized that Mariette was just ahead of her, walking faster and faster, though, getting farther ahead of her. Nettie walked faster too, but the faster she walked the farther away Mariette got. Nettie was running in her dream now. She had to catch up with Mariette and get her to shelter before the storm came. It was going to be a bad one. Perhaps they could shelter in the old church. Nettie knew that she was on Highway 29 and although she couldn’t see the Carrollton Location sign or the church yet she knew they had to be close. Perhaps they would be safe in the church. Even though the church had been abandoned for many years it would still be a holy place where they would be protected from evil. Nettie hurried faster and faster as Mariette’s figure became smaller and smaller in the distance. The storm light was darker now. Mariette’s blond hair was the only bright spot in the landscape.
At home in Auto City, Mariette dreamed of a road leading back into the past. She too was walking right into the storm. Mariette, like her mother, also liked storms. She too knew that this was no ordinary storm. She was alone in her dream. She didn’t look back so she didn’t know her mother was behind her. If she had realized that Nettie was behind her, she would have turned around immediately to go back to take her to safety. But she didn’t look back. She too was terrified, but her terror was mixed with a strange exhilaration, the feeling that ordinary thunderstorms inspired in her. She knew she had to get to shelter before this storm hit, though. Perhaps she could take shelter in the old house. She realized now that she was on Highway 29, old Highway 29, leading her further and further back into the past. Simon would be in the old house. Simon would protect her if she could just get to the old house before the storm hit. Mariette still didn't know Simon's name, or the history of the old house, but she could visualize him more clearly than before. Simon, she knew, was the one her mother had photographed in the ghostly photograph. And without a doubt, Mariette was sure that Simon would protect her from the storm if she could just make it to the old house before the storm broke. She hurried faster to the safety of the old house, anxiously watching as the sky darkened even more ahead of her.
And that night Simon once again dozed in front of his stove. The stove was cold tonight, not needed in the August heat. He welcomed the coming storm. It would clear the air after the oppressive heat of the day. And tonight or maybe tomorrow morning, wasn’t company coming? He started awake briefly. He must get up and prepare for his company. Mariette was coming. She would be here soon. He must welcome her and her family. He dozed again without getting up. Mother knew that Mariette and her family were coming. She had been cooking all day and everything was ready for their company, the first company they’d had in years. Simon slept and didn’t hear the loud thunder that crashed all around the old house where the past was coming back to life.
CHERIE'S CHRISTMAS FLOWERS
DECEMBER 19, 2015
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
These are more of Cherie's Christmas flowers taken a couple years ago at the Clarksville Kroger's store. The flowers are long wilted now, of course, but they live on in this photograph again. The camera stops time for a little while, and brings the past back alive again, it seems to me. I'm sure Mama would understand that too because she preserved so many long past moments, both flowers and people, with her camera to be enjoyed again and again.
A FEW MORE OLD CHRISTMAS MEMORIES
PHOTOGRAPH BY HAZEL FERN HENSON
Mama took this photograph of my husband, Gain, on one of our Christmas visits to her and Daddy. By the magic of the camera, Gain is once more young and alive.
CLAUDE AND HAZEL HENSON
PHOTOGRAPH BY GAIN UPTON
Daddy always took black and white photographs, which he usually developed himself. Obviously, since he is in this photograph someone else took it. Since I don't know if he had me use his camera to take the photo, or asked Gain to take it, I will give Gain credit for the picture. This was another long ago Christmas we spent with them. We always tried to get down to visit on Christmas, or as close to Christmas as possible.
ALONG THE OHIO RIVER
DECEMBER 24, 1990 CHRISTMAS EVE
PHOTOGRAPH BY HAZEL FERN HENSON
Whenever we visited Mama and Daddy they always had things planned for us to do. We always made time to go for a drive along the river and also to visit my grandmother. On Christmas Eve we always drove around after dark to look at the Christmas lights too. That had always been one of our family traditions, which we shared with Gain. Back when I was a little girl Mama and I used to walk around the neighborhood together to look at the lights. Gain and I later when we started spending winters in Florida continued that tradition. In Florida they put Christmas lights on their houses and on the palm trees. Later, when I began planning things to do for Hammerhead, I was able to talk him into driving around our neighborhood for the last two years to look at the Christmas lights, which he enjoyed, although I kept him out too long so he got tired, forgetting that he didn't have energy to stay out that long. This year I was going to walk around the neighborhood and look at the Christmas lights on Christmas Eve, but I had a cold and did not get to. However, every evening I can look out my living room windows and enjoy seeing the lights. One family has lighted snowmen in their yard and other houses are frosted with many colored lights. Next door to my house their whole yard is a fairyland of white and yellow lights.
HAMMERHEAD AT WENDY'S
DECEMBER 16, 2013
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
And time in the photographs moves on some more. I took this photo at Wendy's several years ago just before Christmas. Judy had her Christmas tree up in the restaurant, as she always does, and I got photos of it and all the ornaments too. I will publish some of them later.
Here is the link to Wendy's official website:
CHERIE'S WINTER FLOWERS
JANUARY 26, 2016
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
These are a few more of Cherie, the Kroger flower girl's beautiful flowers taken at Clarksville, Indiana Kroger's. Hammerhead never bought much at one time at Kroger's, preferring to go in every few days, mostly so he could visit with the people who worked there or other customers. Everybody in town knew and loved Hammerhead and Hammerhead never met a stranger. When I knew he was going to want to go to Kroger's on a day that I didn't need anything, I would take my camera and snap a few flower photos and visit with Cherie and also look at the magazines with one eye out for him to finish shopping so I didn't keep him waiting too long.
MARY HAZEL'S DIARY
DECEMBER 26, 2017 TUESDAY
It is getting late now, after 7 o'clock, so I will finish this diary entry and proof the blog tomorrow morning when I have more energy. It isn't really that late, but when it gets dark by 5:30 on these short winter days, it seems late as soon as the sun goes down. I had to look for photographs for this blog post this morning and then could only work on it until 1 P.M. since I had to go to the post office and take some things over to the storage building. Not really much, but I got the last bill for this month, for the Courier-Journal, in the mail and wanted to get it paid so I wouldn't have to do bills for awhile. I got it paid and then fed the cats so I wouldn't have to do that when I got home. I walked up to Williams Bakery, but did not stop to get anything there, just mailed the letter and came back. By the time I'd had a little Storybook Hour for the Creatures (my stuffed animals and dolls) and ate my own supper, I really didn't want to do anymore tonight. But all I had posted was the chapter title and one photograph at the top of the page. A few people are beginning to read my blog. One of the people even commented that they were reading all the blog posts. So I felt bad leaving the blog undone and people seeing the title and one photograph and thinking that was all I was going to post. So this evening I posted the rest of the photos and the chapter. If you see any mistakes, it isn't proofed yet. The diary entry isn't finished yet either. So come back tomorrow and I'll try to have everything proofed and any mistakes corrected, and add the links for Kroger's and Wendy's, and also finish this diary entry with more information about what is coming up for next month.
Until tomorrow. Thanks for reading my blog.
DECEMBER 30, 2017 SATURDAY
I will add just a bit more to this diary entry and then the blog post will be finished. Just barely in time for the December 2017 blog to be posted while it is still actually December! I meant to get back and finish it before this, but I have had a cold for over a week now. I didn't feel too bad at first and kept working on trying to get some of the ongoing project of straightening the house up done. Probably I should have quit and rested because the cold got worse and I was unable to do much after last Tuesday except just rest. Today is the first day I've felt like doing much of anything, including working in my office on my writing.
We had a long autumn with unseasonably warm weather up until a couple weeks ago, but then suddenly it turned bitter cold. I had already put the cats' heated watering dish out when the water started freezing up overnight about a month ago. But then it turned warm again and I thought I'd put it out too soon. Good thing I did, though, because now their little water dishes stay frozen solid.
There is sun some days, but mostly it is one short cold gray day after another. I have not been outside much, no more than I can help, but when I feel better perhaps I can get out and walk a little each day.
There was an article in this morning's Courier-Journal in the USA TODAY section that I thought was very interesting. It was titled "It's cold right now. But 2017 was a hot year." by Sammy Roth. I am still collecting bits and pieces of information on global warming. The article stated that even though the weather has turned very cold suddenly all over the United States the last week that 2017 is still probably going to be the second or third warmest year on record since they have been keeping official records of the weather starting back in 1880. The article went on to say that the three hottest years on record globally were 2016, 2015, and 2014, in that order, and that the 10 hottest years have all been since 1998. It also said that the sudden cold was also a part of global warming.
When I get time I will research some more about this and publish what I find. This information is scarce and a bit hard to find, though. Not impossible to find, but difficult in that you have to search for it. Only once in awhile is there something in the newspaper or on the news articles on the Internet about it, and then the Establishment lets it all die down again, not wanting to alarm people and interrupt the cycle of buying and selling and "business as usual". This all ties in with what I started finding out for the "Lost Eden" project, though, and which I haven't forgotten about. I just mostly dropped it because nobody seems to care, so it seemed a waste of time. I well remember that in February of 2016 there was a sudden warm spell and the wild crocuses suddenly bloomed and then in April for the first time I can ever remember Mama's roses were blooming. They used to bloom in June when I was a little girl and later they bloomed in May for many years. But I talked to other people last April and they told me their roses were blooming in late April too.
I looked at the online website of the Courier-Journal, but did not see this article there. I know it would be in the e-newspaper, which is exactly the same as the paper edition, but you have to subscribe to the paper to read that. And even if you do, the e-newspaper isn't available after about a month unless you want to pay extra. I do subscribe to the paper, so know this is so. So I don't know if you can find this article anywhere or not if you want to read it. It's getting late and I want to finish the blog. You have to draw the line at more research somewhere! Essentially the short article has the important information I mentioned here and anyone who is interested can look up the same information as the writer used to write it if they want to. I wish I could include a link to the actual article, but since I can't, here is the link to the Courier-Journal's main website. I do know that anyone who wants to look up any of their archived articles can pay a nominal fee to do so. So with the title and author of the article and this link, and a little effort, you can probably do that if you really want to.
Coming up next month will be another chapter of Mariette's book. This will be titled "Harrison Arone: Season Of Evil" and will be another very creepy chapter. It will be from Harrison Arone's viewpoint and will be when the time begins shifting in unpredictable ways in some of the new chapters. As I mentioned before, I did not plan the book like that, but in this chapter the time is going to go back to January. Harrison, Curt's and Mariette's north neighbor, is just getting his mail-order garden catalogs on a snowy January day. Harrison's main hobby is his garden. Later in that chapter, though, it will once again be the same Easter Saturday that Curt and Mariette are working on the Carrollton Location property with her parents and Meaghn Louise. Harrison too is uneasy about their restoration of the old house, feeling that the past should be left in the past.
This chapter will also contain links to online seed and garden catalogs, which I will look up. I will also have some photographs of the garden Gain and I had at Wheeling to illustrate this chapter. Hopefully, I can get that chapter ready to post before January is too far gone. I have the story chapter typed and proofed, but still need to look up the links and the photographs. Once I do get it posted perhaps I can get some chapters ahead like I intended to so I can start posting at the beginning of the month, which was originally the plan. Delays of one kind and another caused me to use up most of the material I had ahead in reserve, though. So hopefully I can get some of it replaced.
It is just after 3:30 P.M. now and the blog is now proofed and finished. All the links work. So until next month.
CHERIE'S WINTER FLOWERS
JANUARY 26, 2016
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
These flowers were also taken at Clarksville Kroger's the same day as the ones above. Since it was a little after ten o'clock that morning when I took the photos it was almost certainly just after Hammerhead and I had eaten breakfast at Wendy's and he was shopping at Kroger's after breakfast.