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Kate Braestrup's chaplaincy includes both service to the game wardens of Maine's parks and forests and to the victims and families of search-and-rescue missions. In this excerpt from her memoir, Here If You Need Me, Kate Braestrup reflects on her relationship to the game wardens she works closely with, and how ministry with them ranges from responding to their emotional needs following critical incidents to simply being a companion in their daily work.
Kate Braestrup is a chaplain to game wardens, often on search and rescue missions, in the wilds of Maine. She works, as she puts it, at hinges of human experience when lives alter unexpectedly — where loss, disaster, decency and beauty intertwine. Hear her wise and unusual take on life and death, lost and found.
Selected Readings
Pertinent Posts from the On Being Blog
Travel to the woods of Maine and encounter Kate Braestrup's landscape from a falconer's perspective. Audio producer Samantha Broun and photographer Amanda Kowalski follow the story of a red-tailed hawk on the hunt. It's a hidden world.
Thousands of Unitarian Universalists recently descended upon Minneapolis for their General Assembly, an annual event where "UUs" tend to a mix of congregational business, learning, worship, and fun.
Here's a 3½-minute video snack where a mix of UUs explain how they came to this tradition.
Earlier this summer, Unitarian Universalists convened in Minneapolis, Minnesota for their General Assembly.
Producer Colleen Scheck reflects on the "brewing" of this show on our staff blog.
Richard Rorty's lament reminds us of the solace of poetry.
"Complicated grief" - a yearning for a lost loved one so intense that it strips a person of other desires. And dealing with it may mean retelling the details of a loved one's death and listening to it again and again.
We heard from so many people asking about the StoryCorps audio of Annie + Danny Perasa who ended this week's show. Here's an extended, animated short of the lovely couple talking about love and dying. An absolutely moving five minutes.
This week we feel especially privileged to do the work that we do. A brief post by our senior editor about the decision-making behind this week's show and why it matters to us.
About the Image
Dusk on Cadillac Mountain in Maine's Acadia National Park.
Your Comments
Home alone at the end of a Thanksgiving weekend of food and family, tonight I was putting away the last leftovers while listening to Speaking of Faith. Your amazing conversation with Kate Braestrup stopped my busy-ness and set me down to listen to the lovely presence of her voice. I needed to hear what she was saying.
Just this morning, I had a difficult conversation about faith with my wonderful but traditional young adult children. A life-long liberal Christian, I complained about how I longed for a faith community to match my sense that God is not a person, but is instead an incomprehensible spiritual source of love and goodness. I explained that holy moments for me are those rare resurrection experiences in which love is so real, so raw, we feel compelled to laugh and cry at the same time. That, I told them, is what I try convey with my words as a poet, storyteller and speaker through InSpiritry. Their faces told me they wished I could just be more normal.
Tonight as I listened to Kate talk about her ministry, I was filled with gratitude for her life and her stories. Her inspiring ability to be mindful of the God in very difficult situations filled my heart with hope and restored my faith in my spirituality and my work.
Just as she has done for so many precious families, Kate offered me the gift of being "here if you need me." I am grateful to both Krista and Kate for the blessing!
I downloaded Kristas
I downloaded Kristas conversation with Kate Braestrup and dearly loved listening to it many, many times. I found it very interesting that your sense of God is very much the same as mine. As a volunteer at an Aids hospice a nurse came from a room nearby and encouraged myself and another volunteer to sit with a resident that had just died. Inside the room we sat for just a few minutes before I sensed a presence in the room and an essence filling the room little by little. I'm sure it was God as an essence of LOVE that was very, very deep and real. Since then I have had other similar experiences and keep open for them to manifest from time to time as they do. Thank you for triggering this moment.
I have listened to your conversation with Kate Braestrup three times today. Yesterday I had never even heard of your show. Great stuff, it reminded me immediately of the Bill Moyers/Joseph Campbell 'Power of Myth' series as well as a little novel by Maugham called 'Razor's Edge'. But what I thought was most striking was to hear Miss Braestrum speak of the presence of love even in situations which are irreversable and tragic (her story of the young woman who was raped and murdered). It leaves me speechless. Thank you for putting together this program, I look forward to tuning in.
By the way, I have to admit I started listening simply because I thought you were interviewing Holly Hunter -their voices are very similar.
laughing at myself, -Mi.
Dear Ms Tippett,
I have listened to your program for many years and often meant to write you with my thanks. I suffered a life changing loss this month and my optimism has been shaken deeply.
I am finally moved to write to you a note of thanks after listening this evening to your interview with Reverend Kate Braestrup. Thank you! Thank you Reverend Braestrup. I really appreciate the balm to my soul that you both gave to me.
Warm Regards,
Frederick Baron
Thank you for this wonderful program today! The story about the woman who lost her husband to night time ice skating really touched me. I didn't expect to be crying into the frying pan while cooking my brunch, but there you have it. I've always been interested in Unitarian Universalism, but having grown up Catholic (and still working out some residual stuff) I'm pretty wary of religion. But I think I'll do some more research. Certainly I will reach out to more people. Your guest is a boon to humanity. We're lucky to have people like her doing such good work. Love and light to her and to you!
Hello - Although I loved hearing Kate's story, my experience of my husband's death by suicide was 180 opposite: disenfranchised grief, no support. I was a contract-worker, so I did not get help at work; no major attention paid to my children ages 9 and 10 at school; both families backed away; no one called; were were basically 'scapegoated' in our suburban community. Yes, if hell is 'no support/love,' then I would say that her spirituality excludes my experience. And if it excludes the experience, then it, by definition, creates another 'definition' of hell - which she acknowledges. Situations of brokenness can throw you back on your inner self ~ Rev. Henri Nouwen's "Inner Voice of Love" and much of Buddhism. Sometimes I think of the phrase 'children of a lesser god' and understand exactly what that means. -- Barbara who loves your program!
Kate Braestrup criticizes Christianity, and rightly so. But her characterization doesn't represent all Christians. Christians are divided along at least two lines*: (1) those who believe the Gospel concerns personal salvation or (2) those who follow Jesus' Gospel of the nearness of the Kingdom. The former often results in the horrifying triumphalism and tribalism that Kate detests. But the latter conforms with the agape love Kate espouses. Both Gospels can be combined together to a single Gospel. Many do so. But for others, like me, the latter is most meaningful and the former is rejected for its deleterious moral consequences.
*References: "God's Politics," (Wallis) and "Jesus before Christianity." (Nolan)
Really appreciate your
Really appreciate your comment. I think I'm a "Unitarian Christian" type. I've spent most of my nursing career , 30 years (now retired, caring for oncology and Hospice patients. Also became a Hospice chaplain. These patients and their families taught me so much about Life and Death and Faith. Last year I wrote a book about some of their stories, Transitions: A Nurse's Education about Life and Death. Blessings!! Like the book Love Wins too.
Kate Braestrup is a Unitarian-Universalist minister and author. She steps in when accidents happen. I found it extremely interesting when Krista Tippet says that Kate considers herself religious but not spiritual. I have never heard this before, and especially after listening to Kate speak it appears that she is very spiritual. I almost wonder if that was a mistake, because it is very common to hear "I'm spiritual NOT religious." It seems as I listen on, the way Kate sees the world, and God, is beautiful, and very spiritual, if I say so myself.
I think that there is something remarkably beautiful about what Kate had talked about where God is in things that happen, like accidents and tragedies. "God is love." God is the force that really drives us to really see each other and care for one another. It's always so easy to question God in times like tragedies, like all the incidents Kate has seen, the man who fell through the ice, the young woman who was raped and body was missing in the woods; that she still sees how God was part of it. It was in the love of all the people who helped and searched, and risked their own lives to help find these people. It's all in the love, and that's where God is. "Once you accept that death is a given, that becomes the thing to look for and the mark" Kate said. The mark being the love and kindness in the event, and that where God is. To be loved and to be honored, in the event of someone's death, is actually a beautiful thing. The value of our connections with people is held on a higher standard than our own lives. The existence of love between these people and their lost loved ones, is of a nature that shows almost a silver lining in bad events.
This reminds me of an assignment I had to do in a high school writing class, where we had to describe the "perfect day." Now this was just a journaling exercise, and while people were scribbling on about, shopping, and fun events that they were doing, and who they were with; mine simply stated "my funeral." Everyone in class was taken aback, even the teacher, and I let myself try to explain. It is the one day that you will be held with the utmost respect by all the people who knew you. Hopefully the place will be filled with people, all people who loved me. Maybe even a few surprises as to who would show up. Hopefully nobody will speak ill of me, because it is true, it is the one day, that everyone accepts their feelings for you, that you would not have otherwise known. That's why I am absolutely in love with what this woman, Kate Braestrup had do say about the love that comes from these accidents and tragedies. It's what I have always felt in the world, and the love with others, and that's what can guide a spiritual force.
I think it was interesting that she says "we practice our entire lives for death". This to me seems very cynical, but on the other hand it makes sense because we tend to want skills that will keep us safe i.e. balance, wisdom, or logic.
The concept that Kate lives by is to show as much love to others as possible. I feel like if more people were to consider this, life would be easier for more people. Showing compassion towards others is normally what people need.
Yesterday I happened to watch Incident at Oglala, the documentary movie made by Robert Redford about what happened at Pine Ridge in the seventies, a series of interviews with the principals involved in the bloodshed on the reservation that implicated Leonard Peltier and others. This same day, towards evening, I opened SOF on my computer, and read about Sitting Bull. This was a powerful coincidence for me. I am feeling, God is in the wings!
Leonard Peltier has been in prison for over thirty-three years for what many believe is a gross miscarriage of justice, and I believe anyone interested in this Native American and in the legacy of Sitting Bull and others ought to read deeply the literature on this subject.
Peter Mathiessen wrote a seminal book on the incidents at Pine Ridge and about the American Indian movement many years ago.It is a book about more than the facts of this case, containing as it does, an outrage for what has happened over the years, to the American Indians and how they have been so cruelly treated.
Leonard himself wrote a book, My Life is My Sun Dance, and I am reminded by this moving commentary about what happened to Sitting Bull about a history that gives most of those who care about sacred and spiritual values, deep and ongoing "reservations" that have to do with the treatment of the American Indian in history.
When Amnesty International cannot get movement on a case they feel is a total miscarriage of justice, as Leonard Peltier seems to have been targeted for a murder he says he did not commit, and when a man has been before appeals boards repeatedly and is never allowed parole, when Clinton himself pulled back, when people like Barney Frank and so many others, thousands around the world, including Nobel prize winners, cannot move this case, then one has to wonder about the notion of justice and also about the values that we say we totally cherish, the values that are about Touch the Earth, the values of deep spirituality, deep love of environment of the sacred in all things, our legacy from the Native American Indian culture.
So I am saying, it seems mighty strange I watched this movie yesterday, and then came to this site. But beyond my own recorded constant history of coincidence I am saying something is so wrong with this picture. Maybe it's time to speak out for justice and that a spirituality that includes social action is a step worth taking, so we can all be in step, about the issue of humanity, and a mandate I do totally believe is our "man date", namely to act to ensure justice and equality for all and a reverence for the American Indian and recognition of the unjust ways we have treated these peoples, this culture.
December l8 was yesterday and I am aware of the significance of numbers, yesterday being Chai, for LIFE in Hebrew.
This morning a friend sent me a wonderful article by Simon Jacobson, a Rabbi, about the unitary metaphoric connects that do bind all life. It was poetically stated, and I recognized the thread within as being ONE we are all writing about, each in our own unique and very special ways. Kate's life, in terms of the tragedy that suddenly envelopped her, when her husband was killed in the car accident, is a case in point, and she is very clear about how, in the events that followed, she felt supported, in ways that were magical, by other people who came into her life at this time. In fact, she took on his calling and went on to study in the ministry herself, what her husband had been about to do. This was a life changing experience, that within the deepest of tragedy, came with it, also, the light. Yes light within dark. It seems an ongoing religious, certainly, spiritual theme for us all.
When we examine the existential content of our individual and collective lives, there is story within, and there seems to be a lesson or many lessons, that can be derived from the distillation of the experiences, even those that do overwhelm us and cause us to question a Deity. We can ACT to help each other, to make the experiences that truly hit hard, into something of gold, of silver, an amalgam of kindness and caring. Could it be all stories are crated by a Divine Hand to make us think, and to bring us further up Jacob's ladder, one rung at a time. DING, as in what is ringing, what is rung, a realization that story itself is for climbing, as stories are also, for climbing.
We are just not coming back (as far as we know). There is this one precious life. In it there will be joy and loss and there is no hiding from the loss, no "get out of jail" card for the loss, no "redo." If that is the case, how much more special and rare the time we have here; how much more sacred and redemptive the love. How much more important to be the love for oneself and others instead of adding to the loss.
I was very taken by Kate's story about the death of her first husband, and how her life many years later is great and still she carries with her his loss. It is both, together. She is refreshingly honest about death, which I find comforting. Her honesty about death helped me understand her appreciation and deep engagement in life - human life within a community of love. Yet, she made the love more significant than death. As in death is inevitable, but love is a choice that transcends every moment. I wish more of us would take this choice and run with it for all we are worth.
I also happen to be married to someone who tends to crash about in his physical space. He is the person who wants to know exactly how fast his motorcycle will go, and tests it to find out (175 mph - no, I was NOT there that day). He would have things in common with accident victims she and the wardens encounter. People who just want to live. Before I met my husband I was much more afraid of dying. Now I am much more aware of how amazing this life is, yet that is because my husband lives his life with such zest. But that zest is a choice on his part, knowing how hard and cruel the world can be - live it well like you mean it. I agree with Kate, the living is really the key to what we can know now.
Today's show with Kate Braestrup, the UU minister, was terrific and I could really relate to her story and how she relates to those whose lives intersect with hers. Too often, I find the interviews by Krista Tippett to be very 'precious' and too vague or ethereal to be resonant with my life as a person of faith (Quaker, social justice activist, planner/engineer). But as one who lives in north western NH along the CT River and has similar stories to those told by Kate from Maine, I found this interview excellent.
Thank you,
Shawn Donovan
(I listen on NH Public Radio)
This was another wonderfully humanizing and comforting show. I found comfort and recognized the true humanity in Ms Braestrup's own admission of weakness, past and recurring, when she visited the wall that immortalizes her late husband along with the thousand other fallen law enforcement officers. On Jan 1, 2001, I lost the biggest cheerleader/support system I've EVER had, my uncle Greg, a TN State Highway Patrolman and talk about a helluva impact!!
I was not yet 30, but this time changed me forever! It felt like I slept through the worst nightmare ever for the next 5 or 6 years because of it. In an instance of heroism and simply doing what he loved - protecting his community - I'd lost my surrogate father just when I needed him most. I was about to be a divorced, single mother of a 1 yr old boy living in Washington, DC with NO family support and he'd prepared to drive later in the week from Nashville, TN to DC to move me into an apartment for the safety of myself and my son. We'd confirmed our plans on 31 Dec and the last thing out of his mouth was "You'll be fine, I promise. I love you." He never made it here, needless to say and I had to make his promise to me true in a vulnerable state of mind/body/spirit. I still have moments...lots of them, when the loss HITS me just like the impact of the drunk driver in the pick up that ended his life on the icy roads of Nashville on New Year's Day that year. And yes, I have no i dea sometimes how to deal with the grief. I do FEEL as if I'll lose my mind, but I think about him and realize that's NOT what he'd do. Today a fellow mourner made me FEEL better about HOW I FEEL about the loss and how I allow others to help me grieve.
To date, I'm the only family member who has NOT participated in the week-long activities for family members' of The Fallen though I've lived here since the family started attending in 2001. I don't go and the family has stopped asking me to go. So I've resigned myself to the solitary visits when I occasionally steal away from my own family and venture down to the memorial and honor him with a flower, or just sitting and being, or crying like a new born baby - audible with all of the torment that comes with that loss tied to times when I WANT him here with me. Sometimes when I visit it, I'm comforted in knowing that the others visiting, are my kindred living through their own pain or as she put it celebrating the life that their loved one lived kind of in spite of how they died.
Thank you Minister Braestrup, for sharing and confirming for me that I'm not alone.
Thank you Krista Tippett and staff of On Being for this show in particular.
I heard the interview with
I heard the interview with Kate Braestrup this morning and found it profoundly meaningful in light of yesterday's school tragedy. How fortunate that circumstances "aligned" so that it this sad morning. I believe those mourning parents would have found it helpful, too. As a retired Presbyterian minister, I concur with her statement that heaven and hell are not about death, but about how we live life and utilize the time available to us, Thanks to her for common-sense, simple-yet-practical view of God/love. And thanks to Krista for her enriching programs. I listen regularly and often share things I hear with the Adult Class I teach on Sunday mornings. Your program is truly an important, if lonely, breath of fresh air among all the "stuff" on today's radio-tv.
Love the book! I'm a retired
Love the book! I'm a retired nurse spending the bulk of my career in Oncology and Hospice and also became a Hospice Chaplain. I started writing to process my emotions at my husband's suggestion. This turned into a weekly newspaper column, Beyond Statistics. I continue to penn this column weekly. The first one was May 1986. So with another suggestion from my husband last year I wrote a book sharing some of my patients stories. Some with pre-death visions, some with NDE 's, some humorous, some heart wrenching. You see, they were always teaching me so many lessons. Transitions:A Nurse's Education about Life and Death
blessings to Kate and especially today and many days ahead to all who are suffering loss and those who walk beside them.
Love and Light, Becki
I listened to this podcast
I listened to this podcast for the first time yesterday morning (Dec. 14, 2012) while walking my dog as the tragedy and heartbreak was occurring in Connecticut. I was caught up in my own thoughts and grief of losing my sister unexpectedly at Thanksgiving. When I returned home and heard the first news reports, the grief was overwhelming but the words from Kate Braestrup helped to guide me to find my own "best practices" for how to respond and "just be" with my family when there are no words that suffice. Thank you for replaying this podcast. I have listened to it again today and sent it on to others as well.
I heard this program for the
I heard this program for the first time on December 16, 2012, two days after the Newton, Connecticut shooting where a 20-year old male shot 20 young children, 6 school personnel, his mother, and himself, to death. As the President said, we in this country have been through this too many times. The combination of a general mindset very different from that of Kate Braestrup and Krista Tippett and the 300 million guns owned by the citizens of this country indicates we will go through it again and again, unless we can change as a nation.
This program is most certainly part of the foundation of that change. I don't pretend to be able to conceive of or understand a being present in human emotions and also in exploding galaxies. I'm glad this program doesn't presume to be able to psychoanalyze God and tell us what He or She would like us to think and do today. I have some anger myself at those who claim to have that knowledge, and I realize that there are places in the world where that claim is made more vehemently than it is here in the good old USA. But we're the ones with this particular gun violence problem, and I hope that the human kindness and goodness that comes through so fully in the voices of Kate and Krista can be heard by those who have not heard it before. It's the only countermeasure I can think of right now.
I loved the interview with
I loved the interview with Kate Braestrup the first time you broadcast it. But today, Sunday, Dec 16, 2012, the repeat broadcast proved even more intensely moving, coming after the horrors of last Friday in Newtown. It was consoling. Thank you. I know it was not planned this way--how could it be?--but perhaps, well, Providential?
In gratitude,
Pamela Starr
I'm sorry, but this woman on
I'm sorry, but this woman on your show today left me with a "gag me with a spoon" response. How is it that ordinary human love and kindness has to be associated with a "god"? And that she makes such a big issue of Mainers who come out for "public: emergenies worries me. Did she live her life apart from normal kind caring people. You know, response to an emergency is just one example of human kindness. I look at my own neighbors, several of whom are avowed agnostics, and would never ascribe their good will or generosity to a god, and see the characteristics she extolls as so amazing among people of her state happening each and every day. And it annoys me that she has now made a career and gets to be on the radio about this.
I loved this interview the
I loved this interview the first time I heard it, and I wrote a blog entry in response. It's too long to post here, but the link is: http://unbecominghuman.blogspot.com/2011/06/opening-to-presence.html
Someone asked why "ordinary
Someone asked why "ordinary love and kindness" has to be associated with a god. If you believe in God,you believe that we were
constructed that way by God. Even if you don't believe in God, you can see that "ordinary love and kindness" has an evolutionary value. Those who help one another help in the survival process of others.
I have been a listener for a
I have been a listener for a couple of years, maybe more. I have found virtually all of your interviews interesting and many have been inspirational. She spoke of finding God (Love) in places we normally do not think of. Today, I found God (Love) in this conversation.
I had listened to this
I had listened to this program shortly before the Newtown shootings and returned to it three times during that week to help make sense with that tragedy. Again yesterday I listened to it after the Boston marathon bombings. I thought of her simple but comforting words, God is in the people who come to help. Thank you for this show. For some reason it serves as a touchstone about the goodness of habits to me, in a season of senseless violence in my beloved New England. May we find peace again soon.
I really enjoyed your
I really enjoyed your interview with Kate Braestrap. I have dealt with a terrible loss of my own, and having someone try to shove their religious beliefs on me would have been aweful. I think that it's great that Kate doesn't do that. It seems like she approaches each situation differently depending on the environment that she walks in to. It doesn't suprise me that she has had success in her life because of how she can not only relate to the grief that people go through, but also that she can approach a situation like she mentioned with the ice skater. She was told right off that the widow didn't like cops or religion, and instead of pushing the subject, Kate saw that the women had the support that she currently needed. I think that if she would have pushed further, she would have made things worse. It takes a wise person to know when to push, and when to back off.
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Braestrup is a Unitarian Universalist chaplain for the Maine Warden Service and the author of Here If You Need Me.
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Though I only started sewing for 2013 close to the end of the month of January, I managed to squeeze in seven projects from seven different sewing books that have, until now, laid dormant on my bookshelf, some for a few years already! By far, my favourite of the bunch is the Red Riding Hood, it's adorable and I just can't wait to see it on my five year old niece! The one project that has gotten the most use so far is the Slipcover I made for my sewing stool.
Funnily enough, my husband got all giddy over the Baby Kimono, I think his biological clock might be ticking! However, he does loves his new Necktie, which I made specifically for the night we head out to see the Cirque de Soleil show Love at the MGM Mirage next month in Las Vegas.
Did I mention my plans to make a "micro-quilt" of all the projects I complete this year? I wanted to create one-per-month, but I might just have to focus on sewing what I'll call a "remind-me-what-I-made" quilt whenever I feel I have enough pieces.

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KernelEx 4.5.2 New release 2011-11-14
Posted 14 March 2010 - 11:08 PM
I am running Mozilla Firefox 3.6 to do this...
Thing is, I had to read about forty-leven pages to figure out that you had to right-click the *.exe application to set the 'configuration'. But what do I know.
I still don't have a clue as to what I am doing... It just functions right now.
Mebbe someone of the cognoscenti can leave a trifle here and there...
The Old URLs are apparently no longer available, and thus all the information[to me?] about how to do this is lost...
Posted 15 March 2010 - 02:10 PM
Universal Extractor V1.6 installs normally in compatibility mode, starts normally and runs, but can't extract any files from any archive I tried. It correctly determines the archive type, but gives error: "Extracting failed" with no reason and empty log file. It must be related to some incompatibility, otherwise at least some archive types would extract normally. The program uses a number of plugins to extract various packed files. I also tried to select a XP2 compatibility mode for each plugin separately, but it didn't help. Very helpful program, when looking for particular files packed in .exe archives without installing them.
Also questions: does KernelEx automatically support any running program, unless disabled in Compatibility Tab? If yes, what OS compatibility mode it supports by default, if no mode is selected by user? If the same program (like Opera 10.5) can run under many Windows OSs, what its mode would KernelEx auto support by default?
This post has been edited by simco51: 15 March 2010 - 02:32 PM
Posted 15 March 2010 - 02:13 PM
DriveSoft runs OK without install. It asks for mfc42u.dll file from Windows VisualStudio redistributable vc6redistsetup_enu.exe. I unpacked the .exe file with 7zip, and copied mfc42u.dll to system folder and registered it with regsvr32. DriveSoft runs normally now, but doesn't work: it scans the PC connected drives, but can't open any of them giving error: "Can't open the drive. The system can't find the file specified". DriveSort is needed to sort the files before playing movies on a standalone DVD player via a USB connected Fat32 hard drive: it sorts the files on the drive by name instead of default by saving sequence. The author answered: "DriveSort will not run under Win98SE because versions of windows older than Windows NT4/2000 have a different way of providing access the low level disk programming interfaces, which DriveSort needs to interact with the FAT and lock your disk while doing so."
Can this issue be resolved by KernelEx? It seems to be a valid issue for any Disk Copy program in such case. May be this is the reason for Universal Extractor above to fail too: its plugins can write to disk? But some of those run under Win98SE on their own without problems.
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Posted 15 March 2010 - 03:00 PM
simco51, on 15 March 2010 - 02:10 PM, said:
KernelEx is not supposed to run every program for Win XP . So it is not really an issue.
Universal Extractor 1.6 is nor running on plain vanilla Windows 98:
From UniExtract ChangeLog:
1.6 (10/17/2008):
Removed support for Windows 9x due to new Unicode version of AutoIt;
9x was never officially supported, but it will not even execute now ,
and nor after install of KernelEx 4.0 or 4.5 .
Core version 1.5 is running well but you will have to update a few files.
For instance, if you have version 1.6 beta, you can replace the 'UniExtract.exe' file by version 1.5 ,
but that doesn't work in version 1.6 final .
This post has been edited by CharlesF: 15 March 2010 - 03:01 PM
Posted 15 March 2010 - 03:14 PM
This post has been edited by simco51: 15 March 2010 - 03:34 PM
Posted 15 March 2010 - 05:21 PM
A little further down in the list of posts is this:
The kernelex app compatability database ... listing programs known to fail and known to work. Likely not all of either category.
hasta la bye bye
Posted 15 March 2010 - 05:34 PM
simco51, on 15 March 2010 - 03:14 PM, said:
You will have to check by yourself , or to read completely this thread, and the KernelEx App Compatibility Database .
simco51, on 15 March 2010 - 03:14 PM, said:
The non-compatibility of an application with Windows 9x can come from several points:(FWIW)
- support of unicode
- API not present in native Win 9x
- for Universal Extractor, it seems that it is checking for the OS before running and 'will not even execute' if it find Windows 9x. So, it could be that it is looking for a certain key in registry for instance, like the 'User Agent' string used for the browsers. Maybe with some tests, it could possible to go through this limitation by tweaking those key(s).
simco51, on 15 March 2010 - 02:10 PM, said:
FWIW, you are not supposed to set the compatibility tab with every program you want to run under KernelEx.
No setting is the widest compatibility.
Only a few programs need to be mistaken. The tooltip of this tab says that it 'changes OS identification & emulates OS behavior'.
Read in this thread, page 5 post #93 from M()zart.
Posted 17 March 2010 - 03:06 PM
Don't forget to let us know if you still have problems.
Hi Xeno,
I effectively had beta 1 installed. Must have mixed up the two versions ... really stupid !
Sorry for that !
This post has been edited by RodgerOver: 17 March 2010 - 03:07 PM
Posted 17 March 2010 - 05:25 PM
Posted 21 March 2010 - 04:59 PM
Posted 22 March 2010 - 08:50 AM
portable programs created with VMware ThinApp not work
Posted 23 March 2010 - 02:57 AM
However, we have a problem in 98SE installing 4.5 Beta 2, downloaded from SourceForge 3/22/10.
Uninstalled 4.0 RC2, told it delete settings, made sure its Registry key and \Windows\Kernelex were gone.
The 4.5b2 Installer gave an Illegal Operation box, and "returned: -1".
It erased the extracted setup file and added nothing to the Registry.
We can't find anything about returned codes - can someone help ?
Our 98SE is much hacked, but the old v4.0 Final2 re-installed OK.
Posted 23 March 2010 - 06:17 AM
Posted 23 March 2010 - 05:28 PM
Also on the subject of the font problem in Seamonkey 2.0 menus:
Changing the font for everything in Properties\Appearance works if you use "Times New Roman (Western)".
It's ugly.
But we found no way to change the system font to micross.ttf from XP.
The font installed, but refused to 'take' in Properties\Appearance.
This post has been edited by dirtyoldm: 29 March 2010 - 10:56 PM
Posted 23 March 2010 - 07:47 PM
Posted 24 March 2010 - 06:37 AM
Posted 25 March 2010 - 12:40 PM
Tried it again (new day, new boot) - micross.ttf (Microsoft Sans Serif) disappears from the Properties dropdowns when you go back to them again.
Yet it DOES take effect, the menus are now micross.ttf.
Sadly the menus still have black rectangles at the end of many items.
This post has been edited by dirtyoldm: 29 March 2010 - 10:57 PM
Posted 25 March 2010 - 01:52 PM
Posted 29 March 2010 - 06:14 PM
I had deleted \Windows\KernelEx with the files from 4.0RC2, where it keeps KERNEL32.BAK.
Replaced \Windows\System\KERNEL32.DLL with the stock version and now it installs just fine.
OK, I am an id***... [it won't let me call myself an i d i o t! How kind.] but found nothing saying NOT to do that!
There's only a slight hint that you can install the new ver over the old one without uninstalling first.
I don't know if the patched bytes are in the same locations for every version.
Perhaps the installer can simply omit the check for a stock KERNEL32.DLL.
Or each version could recognize a previously patched KERNEL32.DLL and restore any bytes NOT to be patched.
That would also save 400K+ of disk space.
This post has been edited by dirtyoldm: 29 March 2010 - 10:59 PM
Posted 08 April 2010 - 02:48 AM
How do you implement functions in Kernel32.dll or others DLL?
Please help I really need to know how to do this
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Jacob and Bella are framed for murder and run away together. Edward is a detective who tries to bring them to justice, as the real killer is still loose in Forks and has Edward marked as its next victim. Can Bella save Det. Cullen and clear their names, as an invisible force terrorizes the innocents in Forks?
Sirens and flashing lights swirled around my head. Flashbacks from after the party at Charlie's zoomed in and out in front of my eyes. I had a throbbing headache that was killing me. I remembered my hands, they had blood on them. That was after the fight. I looked at them now and they're clean. Could I …?
"Miss Swan, Det. Cullen would like to speak to you." An officer with bleak grey eyes and silver hair was standing over me. He helped me off the front porch of Charlie's house and we went inside. Charlie was on a stretcher, inside a body bag. I peeked over at him as they zipped him up. I winced and threw myself on the nearest person. Someone rubbed my shoulder. I looked up at the officer's green eyes and disheveled bronze hair.
"Bella Swan?" he asked, with remorseful, soft eyes. I gulped, unable to form a simple sentence. "I'm Det. Cullen. I know this is a hard time for you, but I must ask you some questions about your father. Was it you who called the police?"
Oh crap. I'm so going to jail.
I nodded.
"Miss Swan, I need you to speak for me, if you can," he said, softly. I nodded, again, and swallowed. Then, managed a few words.
"I called the police."
"Were you the only one here with Charlie?" His brows bent down, and I knew where he was headed. What should I say? Should I lie? Should I tell the truth? Either way I'm screwed.
"I- I- I don't remember," I stammered. He sighed heavily. Oh crap. I'm such a bad liar.
"Miss Swan, please. What happened here," he urged. "Every minute you stall, the killer gets farther away. I don't have time for this."
"The- There was a fight." I nodded. "Yeah. That's right."
"What was the fight about?"
"Charlie and my boyfriend got into an argument." I winced. Had I said too much?
He nodded. "Keeping going."
"Then, things got physical." I looked around at the broken lamp and the slashes in the couches. Things sure did get physical.
"Who started the fight, the physical one?" he asked.
I hesitated. His eyes narrowed. I could tell he wanted to slap the cuffs on me so badly at this point. "I- I don't re-"
"Don't lie to me," he hissed.
"I'm not!" I bucked my eyes.
"Are you protecting your boyfriend?"
I pulled away from him, outraged. "Jacob would never hurt Charlie."
"Jacob who?"
I zipped my lips.
"Don't worry. You don't have to say anything else. We know how to find people." Edward pulled out a walky-talky. He radioed another officer. My face turned white. I didn't know what else to do, so I bolted for the door. "Hey!" Edward shouted. "Stop her!"
I dodged the old, grey officer and ran to my truck. I got inside and drove down the dark road to LaPush. As I knocked on Billy's door, my knees buckled.
"Come on, Jake," I panicked. I banged on the door some more. It finally opened and it was Jacob's sister, Rachel on the other side.
"Bella, what's wrong?" she asked.
"I need to see Jake." I passed her and went to his room. He opened the door and pulled me inside. Then, he shut the door behind me.
"How is Charlie? Did you tell him I was sorry?" Jacob asked.
"Jake, Charlie's dead."
"What? I just saw him two hours ago."
"He's dead, Jake," I snapped. Jacob froze for a minute.
"How? What happened?"
I couldn't speak. I just stared at him like an idiot. He put his hands on my shoulders and bore his eyes into me.
"Bella, what did you do?"
"Me?" I yelled. "You think I did something to Charlie?"
"Well, what happened after I left?"
"I don't know what to say," I started to break down. "The police are at my house. With the way things look, I could be blamed for this.
"Well, did you do it?"
"Then, who did?"
"I don't know. I was in my room. When I came back down stairs Charlie was dead," I screeched. "He's dead. My father is dead, Jacob." My tears blurred the sight before me. Jacob reached for me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
"We'll figure this out," he mumbled against my earlobe. I nodded, unable to stand on my own. He supported my weight, so that I wouldn't slip to the floor.
"Who could have done this?" I mumbled against his bare chest.
Chapter 1 The Red Rose Killer
"They're calling him the red rose killer," Det. Johns said, as he walked over to my desk and dropped a bundle of manila folders. I was biting the end of my pen before he came over.
"How do they know the killer is a male?" I asked.
"The killer is always a male," he shrugged. "Get with the program, Edward."
"Wrong," I said, when he was out of earshot. I opened the files he so graciously left me to sort. Photo #1: female. 16. Stabbed 19 times and gashed in the neck. Photo #2: female.17. Stabbed 7 times and gashed in the neck. Photo #3: male. 17. Stabbed 16 times and gashed in the neck.
I put the pictures down for a moment. He had developed a pattern. I'm not sure if it was intentional or a silly flaw he just fell into. The stab wounds were inconsistent and rushed. He was filled with anger. The victims all had three things in common; the neck wounds, which sort of looked like red rose buds. The creativity was actually sickening. On top of that, a red rose was left with each victim, placed on the chest. So, he wanted to make a name for himself. Congrats. Now all I have to do is find you, again, I thought to myself. I flipped over to the new file. Photo #4: male. 37. Stabbed 16 times and gashed in the neck. His rose was across the shirt of his police uniform. Chief Charlie Swan.
The second thing in common was multiple stab wounds. The third thing in common was… Bella Swan.
Mike Newton, Jessica Stanley, and Lauren Perne were all dead and were close friends with Bella and went to school with her. And now her father is dead. To get my man, I'm going to have to assume the worst of Miss Swan, and pin the whole town against her. I can't have normal people finding out about us.
Johns returned with a cup of coffee and a box of chocolate donuts. I chuckled. So cops and donuts really do go together.
"You hungry?" he asked, using a napkin to pull out a donut.
"No thanks," I responded, and put my head back into my work.
"How come you never eat?" he asked, mouth surrounded with chocolate bits. "I know you just moved here, and you're new and everything, but it's kind of weird."
I steadied my breath, and looked up at him sharply. "Donuts and coffee is a staple around here. You want to fit in don't you?"
Once I realized the joke, I let out an airy laugh and so did he. "I'm just messin' around. Good on you wantin' to stay so fit." He patted his beer gut. "I just don't got it in me. Luckily, the wife don't mind."
I smiled. "On second thought, I think I'll have some of that coffee," I said, friendly. The smile on his chubby face grew and he poured me a cup of coffee. I pretended to take a few sips.
"So you followed this guy from Juneau?" he asked, taking a seat in the whirly chair. I cringed. He wasn't suppose to know that.
"Yep," I said. "I think our 'guy' might be from here, though."
"Wow. What makes you think that?"
I slid Charlie's picture over for him to see. "The girl."
"Bella?" Det. Johns burst out laughing. "That girl don't got a mean bone in her entire body."
"People do crazy things when they're in love," I said.
"That big kid with the muscles is intimidating, but he's just as harmless. They're sweet kids from what I can tell."
"You know them personally?"
"I've seen them around," he shrugged. "We all know the chief's daughter, God rest his soul." He leaned into me. "You know, maybe, you should back off on that edge. A lot of people really like Bella and you're brand new here. This is a small town and people protect their own. You're not really one of us yet. You haven't been here that long."
"People will side with her, even if she's a murderer?" I asked, boggled by the thought.
"Innocent until proven guilty," he said, in an attempt to smooth over the implication.
"Right," I said, and smiled halfly.
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Chapter 2 All Nighter
"You pullin another all nighter, tonight?" Det. Johns asked. "Don't you have a family?"
I sighed as the thought of family made me weary. I use to have a family. I shook my head and gave him the impression that I didn't feel like talking about it. "You want some company, then?"
I looked up at this overly amiable guy. What the heck. It couldn't hurt anything. "Sure. Why don't you stay," I said. He reached for another donut and gobbled it down. It was uncomfortable having him watch me work. I couldn't move as fast as I wanted, and I had to be more careful about how I moved and how my facial expressions looked. I decided to pull out and stop putting myself through this. There was always tomorrow. I stood up and shuffled the papers.
"Ugh. Finally," Det. Johns said, stretching as if he was doing all the work. I pulled on my khaki trench coat and black trilby hat. We walked out to the parking lot. It was raining as usual.
"How long have you been a detective?" he asked.
"Not long," I said, honestly.
"Where'd you study?"
"Abroad." It seemed like a pretty good answer. From his thoughts, I knew he was really curious about me, but not in the suspicious sort of way. He had more questions, but decided to save them for another time.
"Some of the guys like to get together for poker night," Det. Johns said, following me through the rain to my car. "You should come and get to know everybody."
"I don't gamble," I said, taking out the keys to my silver Volvo.
"You don't have to put anything in, but it's more fun if you do."
"No thanks, Det. Johns. I have something pre-planned."
"Oh that's alright. Maybe another time. And call me Johnny."
"Johnny?" My brow flew up.
"Johnathan Johns. Yeah, my mother thought she was real funny," he sneered. "Anyway, I'll see ya later."
I nodded at him, and proceeded into the car.
I lived on the lower east side of town, in a nice- sized loft on the top floor with a skylight and glass French windows that lead to a short balcony and a nice view of the busy street down below. I lived an uneventful life. I thought I could change that by creating a companion, but it backfired and now I have to fix it before things get too out of control. There was no sign of him here. It was as if he never existed in the first place.
It's hard not to blame myself. If I had been a better leader... Maybe it was too soon for me to go off on my own, but I'm not going to go crawling back to my maker, which is probably just how he feels. And now I have a loose cannon on my hands. If I don't find him before the Volturi get wind of this, things could end badly for both of us.
A sweet, sultry voice sang in my ears. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
Oh Edward, I'm back from my trip, it teased. I hope you're ready for a good time, because I know I am.I went and opened the door for a tall, statuesque blonde in a skin- tight red dress. Kate Denali. She was trying too hard, but I wasn't complaining.
She flashed me with a pair of pearly fangs. "Can I come in?" she asked, her voice hypnotizing, one of the few voices I didn't mind hearing all the time. She knew she had that going for her and she used it well. I let her in.
"How was Hong Kong?" I asked.
"I know this whole mind reading thing is fun, but I'd prefer if you spoke," I said, cynically.
She turned her head to me as her cheetah fur coat fell from her smooth arms, revealing a deep v- neck cut in the back of her dress, that peaked on the top of her hips.
"Crowded," she purred. She sachet over and planted a soft kiss on the edge of my mouth, from red painted lips. "Ooh. I smudged you," she said, rubbing lipstick off my mouth with her thumb. "Did you hunt already?" she asked, peeping into the fridge. "Or were you serious when you said you were going 'vegan'."
She pulled a plastic pouch from out of the refrigerator. "Blood bags?" she looked at me with wild eyes. "Edward, you can't be serious. Where's the fun in that?"
"It's not about fun for me. It makes me feel more humane," I said.
"I don't envy your mercy for the human race. You want to tug on my heartstrings, try something else. Save a woman from a burning building and then eat her."
I shook my head at her. "How's the new job?" she asked, displeased with my reaction. "Are you getting any closer to recovering the little traitor?"
"It's not his fault."
"Oh. Oh yes it is," she said. "I saw the newspapers on my way over here. He won't stop. He's young and stupid. I won't let you take the fall for his mistakes."
I got the blood bag from her and pierced it with my fangs. She watched. I poured the thick, red contents of the pouch into a wine glass.
"Classy," she cooed, strumming her fingers along the countertop. "How does it taste? Is it fresh?"
I took a gulp and winced hard at the sourness. "It tastes dead. Rotten." I poured the blood down the sink, disappointed.
"I'm sorry, babe," she said, rubbing the back of my arm. "Come for a hunt with me. The bellboy looked pretty tasty."
"We can't hunt here, not while people are dropping like flies. This is a small town," I reminded her.
"Then, let's go somewhere else."
"What if he comes back to the loft? I can't leave without him."
Her pale blue eyes narrowed and she started fuming. "When I find that little jerk, I am going to drink him dry and cut him up into tiny little pieces!"
"Down, kitty."
I caressed her cheek with my hand. She tossed her hair back, enjoying the comfort. I let my hand fall to her neck, and I pulled her close. She went limp under my hands, like a ragdoll cat. I sat her down on the stool at the counter and kneaded my fingertips into her rigid shoulders. She threw her head back and closed her eyes.
"Mm. Where did you learn that?
"My sister, Alice taught me."
"Where is little Alice?"
"Last time I checked, in Sweden, sprinkling her pixie dust everywhere," I said. The subject of Alice made her think about her own sister. I braced myself for the ridiculous thoughts that were bubbling up in her head.
"I may as well ask upfront. You already heard some of it anyway," she said. "I know my sister can be very persistant." She smoothed my hands away from her shoulders and turned around to look up at me. "When she broke us up and took you from me, did you ever sleep with her?"
I paused. "Edward, answer me. Did you sleep with my sister?"
"No, I didn't sleep with Irina. She used her magic abilities on me. I couldn't see her real thoughts, or any thoughts. I thought she had cured me like she said. And we weren't even together that long before I found out she had a hex on me."
"You know she'll try it again. She's obsessed with you."
"She won't do it again, now that we know she's capable of it."
"I can't talk to her. I can't even look at her for what she did. How could she do that to me? She's always been jealous."
I hesitated, not sure if I should continue the massage.
"Were you happy?"
"What?" I asked.
"Were you happy that you couldn't read anymore minds?"
I sighed. "Of course I was, but it wasn't real. It was witchcraft. She was using me."
"I wish I could take away your pain like she did. I wish I had her power."
"I'm not in pain," I said.
"You're unhappy. You've always said so. If you couldn't read minds, then-"
"Stop," I put my finger over her lips. "I don't need magic to be happy. That's what I have you for."
She paused, and tried not to smile. "I'm a little thirsty. What time does the bellboy get off?"
"Stop worrying about the damned bellboy. And we're not hunting in Forks," I said.
"But, Edward!"
"Leave him alone. If he doesn't show up for work tomorrow, I'll know what happened."
"Fine. I'm leaving." She grabbed her coat and brisk walked to the door, stilettos tapping.
"Where are you going?"
"To Seattle. Oh, don't worry, babe. I'm coming back. Someone needs to look after you."
"I can manage for myself."
"So you say," she said, with a smile. "And thanks for the free massage. I will be looking forward to more free massages."
"Get out of here," I chuckled.
"Bye," she sang, closed the door. My cell went off, and I went to retrieve it from a pocket in my trench coat.
"Det. Cullen," I answered.
"Edward, get your phony ass down to the station, NOW."
"Who is this?" I asked, defensively.
"This is Teddy Rockefeller, the new chief of command. I have your resume file in my hand, among a few other things that look shady. You have some serious explaining to do, 'detective'."
"Okay. I'll be down there in a few minutes," I said, calmly. He hung up. I tried to figure out what the problem could be while I phoned Jasper. My brother, Jasper was in charge of any paperwork I needed. He never failed me before. It was ringing as I swung on my coat and walked down the staircase.
"Hey, Edward," Jasper's voice said.
"Hey, Jasper. Hey look, I need you to fax me all the paperwork you did for my new job. I think I'm about to get grilled. Fax it to my office at the Forks Police station."
"Yeah. Because I live for doing you favors," he said, sarcastic.
"Get on it," I urged.
"I'm on it," he said. I hung up. It was pouring down worse than before. I walked fast o my car, in case there was anyone around.
"Hey, mister!" someone shouted. I turned around with my key in the car door. A teen boy ran up to me, panting. "You forgot your hat."
It was Timothy, the bellboy.
"Thanks, Tim," I said, putting the hat on my head that was already soaked from the rain. He nodded. "You better get back to your post. I don't want anything bad to happen to you." I paused, thinking of a reason other than Kate Denali. "There is a crazed killer on the loose."
"No worries, Sir. I can take care of myself." He showed me the pocket knife pulled from his red uniform jacket. "No one is going to mug me, ever again."
I laughed, nervously. Being mugged is the least of his problems, if Kate has anything to say about it.
I made it to the station, got inside and wrung out my hat and coat by the entrance. I should try to get my hands on a decent raincoat, later. I texted Alice about it, knowing she'd be glad to pick one out and ship it to me.
"Det. Cullen," a stern voice trilled. I turned around and put my cell into my trouser pocket.
"You must be Rockefeller."
"Chief Rockefeller," he corrected. "I'm your new boss." I followed him into what use to be Chief Charlie Swan's office. "Close the door," he ordered. I did and pulled up a chair in front of his desk. I thought I would at least have a few minutes to cram in my office.
"What is the problem, sir?" I asked. He gave me a disgruntled look.
"You're from Juneau, correct?"
"Yes, but not originally."
He opened up a manila folder with my name on it. "It's says here you're the best. It even lists a bunch of serial cases that you've worked on." That was Jasper's fault, layering the praise on too thick. "I called Juneau and they said they never heard of Det. Edward Cullen."
"Well, I wasn't exactly famous there. I've only been doing this a couple of years.
"You sure got a lot done in two years," he eyed me, suspiciously.
"Juneau has a serious crime problem." I cleared my throat. "There's always something going on. It never ends."
"Who put you on this case?" he asked.
"My boss in Juneau," I replied. "He sent me here."
"I called Juneau!" he boomed. "You're lying."
I pulled out my cell. "Here, I'll call my boss for you. I think you talked to the wrong person." I called Jasper and put the phone to my ear.
"Edward, what now? Did you get the faxes I sent?" he asked on the phone.
"Chief Whitlocke, it's Det. Edward. It turns out I need confirmation from you, for Chief Rockefeller, that I am meant to be here in Forks on the red rose killer case." I strained my voice, hoping that Jasper would get the hint, play along, and get me out of this.
Rockefeller's gaze sharpened.
"Let me talk to him," Jasper said. I sighed, relieved. I passed the phone to Rockefeller.
"He wants to talk to you," I said. He grabbed the phone.
"Yep, this is Chief Rockefeller. Mm-hm. Yeah. What? No! Who is this?"
I sank in the chair. Jasper, stop goofing around.
"I see. Uh-huh. Hey, let me get your number, in case I have any questions. Det. Cullen just seems a little too young, that's all…. Ahahahahahaha! Yeah, he's got that look. Yeah. Alright. Talk to ya soon." He hung up and passed me my phone.
"Am I free to go, sir?" I asked.
He looked at me. "Yeah, you can go."
I shook his hand. "This is definitely not how I expected to meet the new boss," I joked.
"Definitely not. I'm only filling in until Charlie's permanent replacement comes back from his vacation in Mexico. I haven't met him but I hear he's great and diligent. I think you'll like him. Now that that's sorted, have a good night."
"I will. You too, sir."
I really enjoyed this, you showed how the vampire pretneding to be human can go so wrong so easily.
So who will be his new boss?
I suppose it is Edward's newborne that has carried out all these murders but why would he cnetre them around someone like Bella? Just for fun?
Very interesting
Best wishes
I am really enjoying this story. Can't wait to read more!
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Chapter 3 Death Note
Midnight. Jacob sat with me on Billy's porch and held my hand. Rene kept calling after I told her about Charlie, and now she wants me to move down to Florida with her and Phil and their new baby, Bentley. But, how can I leave now without knowing what happened to Charlie. Jacob ran his fingers through my hair. He was angry and concerned for me.
"You're not going back over there."
"I have to get my things," I said.
"It's a crime scene."
"They can't still be there. It's almost one in the morning. I'll sneak inside, pack a few things and come right out." I got off the porch. "And I can't be seen with you for a while. That annoying cop thinks we killed Charlie."
"What?" Jacob got up. "Why do they think that?!"
"Because we were there, Jake, with Charlie and two hours later, he's dead. We were the last people to see him."
"No. You were the last person to see him," Jacob said, an accusing edge to his voice.
I froze. "What are you trying to say? Just say it. You think I killed my father."
"Well, you were the last person with him. What am I supposed to think," he said.
"I can't believe you just said that." I backed away and got in my truck.
"Bella," he said, holding open the door to the truck.
"No. Don't talk to me." I pushed his hands away and shut the door, then backed out of the yard. I drove back to the house, and was shaken up by the yellow and black tape surrounding the property. I parked and slid into the house. A chalky outline of the body was on the floor, in the kitchen where I found Charlie.
Jacob and I came back to the house from a party. We entered the house to Charlie drunk and yelling at us.
"Where the hell have you been, young lady?" Charlie grabbed my arm, pinching the skin and hurting me. He wreaked of alcohol. I glanced at the gun in the holster on his pants.
"You said we could stay out an hour later," I squeaked.
"Let her go. You're hurting her," Jacob said, trying to pull us apart.
"I wasn't talking to you," Charlie spat.
"Chief Swan, you're drunk," Jacob said.
"I'm off duty. I can be drunk all I want," Charlie said. He looked into my hurt eyes. Then, he let go of my arm. "I don't remember saying that." He walked into the kitchen and took a swig of alcohol from a paper cup.
"Maybe, if you weren't such a drunk," Jacob said, in a low voice. He snickered and tickled me. Charlie turned around and stormed into the living room.
"What did you say? Why, you little bastard?" Charlie grabbed Jacob by the neck, and was strangling him.
"Dad, no! Stop!" I jumped on him, but I wasn't strong enough to do anything. Charlie wasn't as strong as Jacob and maybe the alcohol caused him to ignore that. Jacob reached up his fists and socked Charlie in the chest with both of them. Charlie went down.
"Jake," I screeched. "You hurt him!"
I bent down to check on Charlie.
"He wouldn't stop. I didn't mean to hurt him," Jacob said. "Charlie?" Jacob lifted up his head. Charlie blinked wildly and mumbled something intelligible. We helped him off the floor. Charlie stumbled into the lamp and it crashed to the floor and broke. He turned and pointed at Jacob.
"Bring it," Charlie challenged.
Jacob shook his head. I got in front of Jacob. "Dad, go upstairs. You're drunk."
"I aught to ship you back to your mother," Charlie slurred.
I grabbed Charlie's hand and took him to the stairs. "Jacob, wait down here. I'll be right back." I took Charlie to his room. He crashed on the bed and I covered him up.
"Why do you always have to embarrass me in front of Jake?" I grumbled, angrily. "Stay here," I ordered. Charlie groaned. His eyebrows came together. He bent over the bed. "Don't you dare hurl," I warned. I closed him in and went back downstairs. I giggled, nervously at Jacob.
"Sorry about him," I said.
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing," Jacob said, taking my hands.
"I know. He's not like this all the time. You know that right?"
"I don't want him getting drunk around you, though."
"He just likes to let loose once in a while," I said. "It's no big deal."
"Let loose? There are other better ways." He went into the kitchen and got Charlie's bottle. "It tastes like crap, anyway." Jacob downed the bottle.
"Jake," I said, surprised. "Charlie is going to kill you." I took the bottle from him and put it in the refrigerator. He took it out and had some more. "Cut it out, before you get drunk like him." I put the bottle in the fridge, again.
"Does he ever get violent when he's drunk?"
I paused at the question. "No. Not really."
"Not really? What kind of answer is that?"
"Let's not talk about it anymore. He's upstairs sleeping it off. He'll be normal when he wakes." I pushed Jacob down on the couch. I opened my blouse, trying to be seductive. He grinned, then he looked up at the ceiling, getting distracted by something.
"Jake, I'm over here," I said, holding my blouse open.
"You hear that?"
"Here what?"
"Something is up on the roof."
I didn't hear anything. "Jake, stop being paranoid." I crawled on top of him. "It was probably just a bird."
I pressed my hands on his face and frenched kissed him. He pulled away, and looked up at the ceiling.
"Jake, pay attention," I begged. My hands were pressed on his chest, when he started trembling. "Jake, are you cold?... I'll go get my blanket."
"No!" He took my hand and I froze. "I'm not cold. I just need to go." He flew off the couch and went outside. I tried to follow him.
"What the hell is wrong with you, now?" I said, but when I got outside, he was gone and he left the Rabbit. He was always darting off like that. "Jake?" I looked around, but there was no sign of him. I stared at the roof of the house, disappointed, then I went back inside.
*end of flashback*
The house was cold, like death. At times, I felt like I was being watched. I told myself it was Charlie's spirit checking on me. I bent down on the floor, over the chalky outline.
"Dad, I know it's you,"" I said, teary eyed. "I know I didn't say this enough, but I love you. You'll never know how much." I heard a noise, like something had fallen, and I looked up. "Dad?" I got off the floor and went up the stairs. I heard that spirits can accidentally knock things over, or intentionally, if they want you to know about their presence.
I went to my room and started packing some clothes. My cell phone rang and it was Jacob.
"Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. I just didn't know the right thing to say."
"It's okay. I'm packed, and I'll be back shortly. Are you sure Billy doesn't mind me staying?"
"Bella, you stay over all the time. Everyone is fine with it and understands."
"Okay, then."
We hung up, and a piece of paper taped to my computer screen caught my eye. I grabbed it. It was a list, one I didn't make.
Bella - Charlie
PS, Sorry about your dad. That was meant to be you.
I shrunk back, terrified and dropped the note. I grabbed my bag and ran out to my truck. I called Angela on my cell phone as I drove to her house.
"Angel, pick up," I said to myself. She wasn't answering. I raced down the road. I finally made it to her family's cottage styled house on Brookson Road. I got out and banged on the door. Pastor Webber opened the door. "Where's Angela?" I asked, out of breath. I didn't wait for him to answer. I pushed through and ran up to her room. I burst through the door. "Angela?"
Startled, she hoped off of Ben's lap and buttoned up her pants. "Bella, what the hell. Don't you knock? And what the hell are you doing here? Don't you know what time it is?"
"Yeah, don't you know what time it is?" Ben said, fixing up his clothes.
When she was decent, I pulled her into the bathroom. "Angela, I don't know how else to say this, but you're going to die," I said, staring between her eyes. She adjusted her glasses and stared back.
"What?" She almost laughed.
"There was this note taped to my computer. All of our names are on it. The killer left me his death list!"
"Bella, you sound insane."
"It's true!"
"Let me see it."
"I don't have it. It's back at the house."
She huffed and tried to open the door. I stopped her. "All these deaths are connected. Mike, Lauren, and Jessica weren't just random murders. Someone is doing this to us. And my father? The killer meant to get me, but found Charlie instead."
"Bella, this isn't funny," she said. She sounded scared.
"It's got to be someone we know."
"The police will deal with this."
"They're not dealing fast enough. Angela, we need to protect each other."
"I'm busy," she said. I blocked her from the door knob, again.
"You're going to die."
She froze at the serious tone of my voice.
"Bella, you're insane. Now, I know why people call you crazy behind your back," she said.
"Angela, you're not listening."
"Oh, I hear you loud and clear. Now, get out of my house." She opened the door and pushed me through. Ben waved at me. Angela lead me to the door and put me out. I turned to see her face.
"Angela, please."
She slammed the door in my face.
"Is everything alright?" Cindy, Angela's mom asked as she was passing by with a platter of shrimp cocktails.
"Everythings's fine," I replied.
She smiled and continued down the hall. I leaned against the door. "Angela?" I tried one last time. Then, Pastor Webber let me out. I sat in my truck. If Charlie took my place, does that mean I'm off the hook, and he's moved on to the next person? Or did the inconvenience of Charlie just bump me down the list?
I tightly gripped the steering wheel and tried to think. I wasn't going to leave without Angela.
I was sitting in my truck. My cell phone was ringing and it was Jacob.
"Hey, Jake. I know. Something came up. I'll be over in a few," I said on the phone. I looked up and could see Angela looking down from her bedroom window. "I might bring a friend over, is that okay?"
"Yeah. It's fine," he answered, but there was doubt in his voice. Ben came outside, and I wondered why his name wasn't on the list. What did the rest of us have to do with the killer?
Ben came up to the truck.
"I'm just waiting on Angela," I told him.
"Good night," he said.
"Good night."
Angela finally came outside.
"You're serious about this," she said.
"Of course I am," I said. "You believe me right?"
"I need to see this note," she said.
"We can go back and get it."
Angela paused. "Where your dad was murdered? No way."
"You stay in the truck then, while I get the note."
She nodded and got inside. I drove back to Charlie's house. I got the note while Angela sat in the truck. I hurried, not wanting anything to happen to her in the few minutes that we were apart. I got in the truck and showed her the note. She studied it.
"Your name's not crossed out," she said. "What does that mean?"
"That means I'm not dead."
"I know I meant where does that leave you. Who's next, me or you?"
"It doesn't matter because we're going to stay alive. If he can't get to us, then he can't get to the others."
"But, he can just skip over us!" Angela snapped.
"He made a list, Angela. He's going to go in order and he wants us to know what he's up to, otherwise he wouldn't have left this for me to find."
"Who is this sick person?" Angela asked, her body shaking.
"We'll be alright." I touched her shoulder.
"Oh my God. This is real. I went to Lauren and Jess' funerals. I'm going to be next."
"Angela, breathe," I cautioned. "All we have to do is figure out who is doing this, turn them in, and things will be normal again."
"Forget it. I'm not going anywhere near a serial killer. I don't care who he is or who he gets as long as he leaves me alone."
"Angela, that's the fear talking. We can't be afraid."
"But, I'm so scared."
"I know. I am, too, but we have to have clear heads about this. We need to be smart."
She nodded and wiped her eyes under the glasses. "We need to be smarter than the killer."
"Right," I said.
"Should we warn Tyler and Eric?"
"That would be the right thing to do," I said. "But, I don't want to create panic."
"We should all be together, just in case you're wrong about him going in order."
"Who do you think it is?"
Angela looked out the window. "It's got to be someone who hates us, someone from school."
"Why would anyone hate us? We're the nicest people in this town."
Angela looked at me. "I can't think of anyone." The hopeless expression on her face broke my heart. "Bella, we're going to die. It's real." She looked at the note and wet it with her tears. "Somebody really wants us dead."
I took the note from her as she was becoming obsessed with it. "Bella, I can't go home."
"You don't have to, you can stay with me."
"Where? Your house is like in quarantine."
"I'm staying with my boyfriend until my mom comes to get me."
Angela paused. "What?"
"I'm moving to Florida."
"You never told me you were moving."
"It just happened. I'm not eighteen and I can't live in that house by myself. And I can't stay with Jacob forever, so after my dad's funeral, my mom is taking me home with her."
Angela threw her arms around my shoulders and squeezed me. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'll miss you, too," I said.
So Bella is taking charge! I hope she can find out whose list it is and stop him or her! It's really great of her to try to help the others first.
Wow! Another already, lol. Thanks for the quick post. I just read what you had above an hour ago. Love it so far.
Chapter 4 Scare Tactics
I drove to LaPush with Angela. We hadn't figured out what to do about Tyler and Eric, but we figured they were fine since we were. Angela got Tyler on the phone and was talking to him just to hear his voice and then she called Eric. She kept conversation casual, not saying anything about the killer or the note.
"When can we tell them?" she asked when she got off the phone with Eric. "They're lives are in danger. They need to know."
"And they will, soon." I pulled up in front of Billy's house. Jacob came outside. He looked at Angela.
"Hey," she said, nervously.
"Hey," he replied. He looked at me. "Is she okay?"
"She's fine, just a little shaken up."
"About what?"
I looked at Angela, wondering if I should let Jacob in on it. "Personal girl stuff," I said. I got my bag and we went into the house.
"My dad is sleeping. Angela, you can stay in my sister's room," Jacob said. I slept in Jake's room. By morning, I had called Rene back. She said she was arriving tomorrow to take care of Charlie's funeral arrangements. Angela stuck to me like glue. The only thing we didn't do together was go to the bathroom. Jacob thought she was being weird and clingy.
Jacob made us breakfast and I received a phone call from the police department. They wanted to talk to me. I didn't want to go, but Jacob said I had to to show I had nothing to hide. Angela came with me. An officer separated us and said he would keep an eye on her. Angela calmed down a bit, feeling safer under the watchful eyes of policemen and women. I was led to a room with nothing but a table and a few chairs, and four bare walls. An interrogation room. I wondered behind which wall were police watching me and listening. I was in there for fifteen minutes alone, until the door opened and in stepped that cop from the other night. I sighed. Not him!
"Hello, Miss Swan. I'm Det. Cullen. You can call me Edward." He pulled up a chair to the other end of the table and sat down. He had on a taupe button-down with a brown tie and brown pants.
"I already know what you're going to ask and the answer is no," I said. "I wouldn't do that. I couldn't."
"A lot of people seem to believe that," he said.
"You talked to people about me, about if I killed Charlie?"
"Just following procedure," he said. A chubby officer walked in with a cardboard box. "This is my partner, Det. Johns."
Det. Johns nodded, but he didn't look happy. Edward took a folder from the box and read through it silently, ever so often looking up at me with curious, emerald eyes.
"What is that?" I finally asked.
"Your school records," he said, putting the folder down on the table. "You don't have a criminal record, so I went for the next best thing." He smiled as if he thought he was clever.
"Did you find anything incriminating?" I said, with an eye roll.
"Yes," he said.
I bucked my eyes at him. "But, not because of your school records." Det. Johns pulled a plastic freezer bag from the box. It had a bloodied knife inside. "We found this in Charlie's kitchen sink. I hear you're pretty handy in the kitchen and you like to cook."
I narrowed my eyes at him and he chuckled. "Miss Swan, meet exhibit A, the murder weapon."
I was speechless for a moment. "Well, obviously, the killer put it there," I said. "Why would I put it in the kitchen sink?"
"Maybe, you're not as smart as your school records suggest," Edward said.
"Det. Cullen, I did not kill my father."
"Please, call me Edward."
His partner chuckled at that. "But, oh wait. There's more," Edward said. "Johnny?" Det. Johns pulled another bag from the box. It was a bigger bag with a pink towel inside. "It appears you attempted to clean up Charlie's blood with your towel."
"No," I said.
"So, this is somebody else's bloodstained, pink towel?" Edward asked, rhetorical. "I bet you're going to tell me that it's Charlie's towel."
I glared at him and didn't say anything. "Whose towel is this?"
If I answer, I'm dead. Edward nodded at the silence. "Lock her up."
"What? Why?" I shouted. I scooted back as Det. Johns opened the door and two policemen dressed in black uniforms entered, one of them swinging a pair of handcuffs.
"Answer my questions, or you're going to spend the night here in a cell," Edward said.
"Alright. It's my towel," I cracked. They all stared at me, shocked. "But, I didn't kill Charlie. I'm being framed. This is a set up. I want a lawyer!"
I stared frightfully at the officer with the handcuffs out. Edward waved him back. "We took some samples from the knife and the towel and sent them down to the forensic's lab. Right now, we're just waiting for the test results."
"I didn't kill my father. I can prove it." I took the note from my pocket and put it across the table. He read it to himself.
"What am I looking at?" he asked.
"The killer left that for me."
"It's just a list of names."
"That the killer left for me."
"You could have easily written this yourself," he said, dismissing the note.
"It has Lauren, Mike, and Jessica's names on it, crossed out. Do you think I killed them, too?" I asked. He sighed and stared at me with a dark expression. I heard a low growl come from him. Det. Johns heard it to, and he took a cautious step back. I stared Edward down, until he broke his gaze. He balled up the note in his fist, frustrated. A slight smile slipped onto my face. He turned to his partner.
"Keep her over night," he said in a low voice. But, I heard it.
"What? You can't do that!" I said.
Det. Johns stepped in front of Edward, as he was about to leave. "She's right. Until the tests get back, we have nothing to hold her with, and we certainly can't lock her up. She could sue the department. We got to let her go," Det. Johns said. Edward paused, displeased.
He turned to me, reluctantly. "Miss Swan, I'm releasing you."
I got up and went to the door. I looked back at Edward, as the two officers lead me out. There was something strange about him.
I looked around for Angela until I saw her talking to a cop and eating chips. She had gotten in a much chipper mood. When she saw me, reality sank back in.
"Did you show them the note?" she asked, when we were outside.
"Yes, but it's useless," I said.
"Useless? Why? It's from the killer," she said.
"We can't prove that."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying it doesn't matter. We're on our own." I walked out to my truck.
"Wait. So, what did they say to you? Did they have any new evidence or something?"
I turned to face her with the truth. "There was nothing I could do. For all I know, I probably made it worse. They think I killed my father," I said. Angela stared at me. "They only called me in to question me more about Charlie. I have a bad feeling about this."
Angela moved back as if she saw something in me that made her afraid. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Oh come on! Not you, too. I didn't do it." I hopped into the truck, and looked out at Angela. "Are you coming or not?"
She nodded. "Yeah." She got in and I drove us back to LaPush.
Something mysterious is going on, and Bella seems to be at the centre of it. Why is this person framing her and making her look suspicious? Is it some form of revenge or payback? What will happen next? Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Economic opportunity
Markets, whether large or small, keep communities thriving. But conflicts, disasters and a lack of infrastructure can prevent people from conducting the daily transactions on which all growth and progress depend. Around the world, Mercy Corps discovers why commerce is stuck.
In some places, manufacturers need loans to purchase equipment and young people desire job skills. In others, key transportation routes to market must be rebuilt or farmers require better storage to keep their inventory fresh until sold.
Our economic development projects provide financing, equipment, training or technical support. These projects help people find jobs, build their businesses, supply their communities with the goods they need —and improve their lives.
All stories about Economic opportunity
West Bank and Gaza: Gaza Sky Geeks takes tech support to the next level June 13, 2013
In the isolated Gaza Strip, economic instability is a constant. But in the months after November's conflict, our work with tech-savvy Palestinian youth has taken a new spin.
Indonesia: Fighting poverty in the Spice Islands June 5, 2013
Amid the tropical beauty of Indonesia's Maluku islands some families are living on less than 36 cents a day. We're helping spice farmers turn the abundance all around them into profit.
Bolivia: Mobile phones bring land ownership to indigenous farmers April 11, 2013
How new technology is helping rural communities achieve greater equality.
Ethiopia: Behind the camera: Eating from the same table March 14, 2013
Kuye's mother, Taiko, is feisty and determined. It's no surprise she's doing everything she can to keep her daughter in school.
Japan: Reflections on two years supporting tsunami-hit communities March 7, 2013
The 200 local small businesses we've reached are collectively the region's largest employer. They also lie at the center of community life, and are a critical part of the recovery for everyone here.
Japan: Update: Two years since the tsunami March 7, 2013
Much has changed in Japan in the past two years, yet much has painfully stayed the same in the tsunami zone. Mercy Corps assisted in the emergent aftermath of the disaster, and has continued to provide support for local small merchants, helping to revive the badly struggling local economies.
Yemen: Fetching water for families in Taiz March 1, 2013
An increased supply and new distribution programs help secure clean water — and provide jobs in Yemen's poorest communities.
Central African Republic, Timor-Leste: Employees engaged to drive strategic community investment February 21, 2013
Western Union's new Innovation Awards ask employees to choose which Mercy Corps initiatives to invest in. The first two awards are funding economic development programs in the Central African Republic and Timor-Leste.
Haiti: What does resilience look like? January 22, 2013
Discussions at the World Economic Forum's annual meeting this week will focus on how to better prepare for and minimize disasters of the future. In Haiti, we've been investing in communities to do just that.
Haiti: Three years later, investing in the long-term January 11, 2013
Since the January 2010 earthquake, Mercy Corps has reached more than 1.6 million people with lifesaving assistance. Now, we're investing in youth, small business owners and rural communities to build back stronger.


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