Day 88

The fool stacked the bodies neatly in the basement and wiped the knife clean of any fingerprints. (Haw, haw, just kidding.)

The fool got up and had a light breakfast with the family and couldn't stop thanking them enough for their kindness. He got back on the trail and walked northwest in the humid heat. A turtle fell from one of the high bluffs and onto the trail. The bleeding reptile made the fool sad … but, he moved on. He took a spur trail from McBaine into Columbia making it his last day on the Katy Trail. (No more clapping.) Once in the hip-hopping college town of Columbia, the fool immediately checked into a Red Roof Inn to tend to his tender and bleeding right pinky toe.