The Big Question

 Thanksgiving has passed and the big question that lingers within The Foxberry is who is responsible for Mr. Evans murder. I feel like everyone in the apartment building has gone completely silent. I have no information on the death of Mr. Evans and nobody seems that they want to talk about it. It makes me wonder if his death was caused by someone in this building. The police have profusely investigated the residents to get leads on anyone who seems to be a threat. I personally want to get out of this investigation because I want no part of it. I would leave The Foxberry but I feel it would be suspicious if to the police if I left during this sensitive time.

    The other day I decided to take a walk and get out of my apartment for a couple hours. Right across the street from the Foxberry was the museum that I haven’t been to yet. I walk in and there was barely anyone in the museum except for a few people. But there was something I saw that was quite abnormal. I walked in the managers office to ask for a tour and three people were holding up knives and staring at each other. As they realized I was there, they all looked at me at once. It was very intimidating so I ran out of the museum and went back to my apartment. I’m never going back to the museum again.

Halloween

Getting up the other morning was not something I wanted to do. Since I’m technically
running my father’s business, I decided to take the day off because nobody can tell
me that I have to work. All I had to make sure is that the managers are maintaining
order and everything is going status quo. I wouldn't care about O'Callaghan's if it
weren’t for the rest of my family depending on the business because that's our main
source of income.

As I rolled out of my small bed, I definitely needed to get some coffee. I never really
liked the coffee in The Foxberry lobby so I decided to hop in my truck and drive around
town for a coffee shop. I still haven’t been very familiar with the town. I came across the
first coffee shop I saw which was called Love a Latte Coffee Shop. I walked in and the
whole coffee shop was decorated with Halloween items. It made me totally forget that it
was Halloween that day. Halloween has always reminded me of when I went to Columbia
High School and my friends would all go to parties and I would have to stay home to take
care of my drunk father. Now since I have a little more freedom, I thought about dressing
up but I realized I’m a little too old for that now. So I decided just to go back to my apartment
to clean up and unpack.

I’d only been staying in the Foxberry for only a couple weeks as my lease ends in March.
I still have unpacked boxes laying right next to my front door. After I finished unpacking
everything, the police knocked on my door. They were asking questions about the murder of
Mr. Evans and that people were dressing up as him on Halloween. I thought that was
disrespectful because my family knew him very well because he’s supported O’Callahans
for many years. I can’t believe that someone would dress up as him for a Halloween costume.

Home "not so" Sweet Home

It’s been almost 6 years since I’ve stepped foot in the building of Foxberry and I haven’t missed it one bit. I’ve always wanted to escape this town. The Diner, The Pizzeria’s, The coffee shop, and of course my families business, O’Callahans all look the same. Nothing has changed from this town and that’s what scares me the most.

Today, I just recently rented an apartment in The Foxberry for six months to resolve an unfortunate family issue. My family has been selling the best beer in town for almost 75 years. My father, Jim O’Callahan never missed one day of work when he took over the business from my grandfather. That wasn’t until 6 months ago that he found out that he had Pancreatic Cancer. The doctors said that he only had  6 to 12 months to live. My father’s health has been getting worse the last couple weeks and we are afraid that he is going to pass. My father, my family, and the whole town expect me to take on the family business.

Coming back to the town and living in The Foxberry was a scenario that I thought would never pan out. My father being an alcoholic in my childhood led him to physically abuse me. I never believed that I could possibly forgive him. My father and I didn’t speak for years until I was notified that he was diagnosed. Over the last 6 months of him trying to remend our relationship, it was hard for me to remiss the things  he had did to me. He was the reason I became an alcoholic myself and it is something that I would like to stop. Owning O’Callahans will make me associated with more alcohol and may tempt me to drink again. Should I take on the family business?