The Journal of Randy McClarence and Ralph O'Malley

20 & 26 March 2016

20 March 2016

This is the point where I say goodbye. Life is just nothing without my only best friend in the world. Even though I haven’t seen him since we retired it’s like we never parted at all when he came to see me. I thank each and every one of my employees who have worked so hard to keep the AAC and ALL its branches going. I’m sure you all miss Randy, too, however you may see him as a person.

Wait for me, Randy. I’m coming to see you. 26th March 2016

I’m so nervous right now. I need to calm myself down. I’m sitting in this here police car, watching as the Sheriff dressed as a professor from the University of Texas pretends to do research outside at the Whitercolls’ Old Folks’ Home and talking to the Whitercolls.

I dunno what’s gonna happen, but I don’t think the Whitercoll folks have anywhere to run now after doing all the things they did.

I haven’t wrote in this journal for a while. My mental health was deteriorating since Randy’s death. But I just wanna say that despite having absolutely despicable persons as parents, 16-year-old Raymond Whitercoll is a truly noble soul. He came riding all the way from Texa on his mule (he must hate flying too, it seems, or doesn’t have the money to buy a plane ticket) to see me to discuss what to do next about the whole Randy thing. And he arrived just in the nick of time as I was about to leave this world. If it weren’t for his timeliness and his life-saving skills, I wouldn’t be sitting here in this police car, waiting to see what will become of the thieves/criminals/murderers and how the children will respond to it.

Sheriff Reddock had a plan. I can see him coming out now and OH MY GOSH! With William and Susan in handcuffs! YOU GO, SHERIFF REDDOCK!!! BRING THE CRUEL BUSINESSMAN AND WOMAN TO JUSTICE!!!

O Randy, do you see this now? You must have told the Lord all your troubles and He listened. You’ve won, Randy.you’ve won. It may have took a little longer, but you’ve won. WE’ve won. You and I. Oh, thank you, O Lord, thank you. We did it. We’ve done it. Together.

The children, even Raymond, who was the one who called the Sheriff and told him everything, don’t seem to be taking it too well on their parents going to jail. I can’t hear any voices from inside the car but Serafina looks like she's about to cry. The parents are yelling at the, ALL of them, but they are not saying anything back. They’re just taking it, silently. Poor kids. Poor Serafina. I just wanna hug the poor girl and tell her it’s all going to be okay. This is the part where I come in, I think. I just hope the children will like me.

Chief O’Malley