Word Count: 12,017
Summary of Events:
Greyson was beginning to get bored, so he decided to take up some physical activity, jogging around the expansive pasture on the property, and walking in the woods. He received a confounding letter in the mail as well. Finally he decided to go to Wainwright to see if he could find something to do there.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Taking the mail out of the box, Greyson flipped through it. All the mail Mr. Odell was interested in had been taken out already, there was just a couple of flyers that Greyson wasn't interested in either, and a letter.
He'd notified the government of his change of address, but no one else. Whoever had sent the letter hadn't left a return address, though. Greyson shrugged and walked back down the driveway past the empty barns to the trailer.
Setting the letter down on the counter, Greyson tossed the rest of the flyers in the garbage and then got out some food for lunch. He took the letter to the table and once his lunch was ready he sat down and opened it.
51BM18-1438856
Next 5 at 53:02 there's 52.164 phoning. Egg drop is 053, 05, 52, 52.21, 21, 21. Your egg drop is 051, 02, 51, 52.5, 7, 4. Be on owl, the blood's ears are open, alternate walkways recommended. Hammers brought, but buried; dumb lips, midnight sky.
10GD17-6122838 expects to hit you with ship news. Flashback with formed nations when the receptionist rides. Drop hit 05: bee's golf on 5. Inside Di's rectum on hit, no hollers, throw to 56WF47-41142, blood is Saharan to I. Ballerinas and on owl.
89RL87-612415
What in the world did that mean? Greyson looked at the envelope. The typed address was right from what Greyson knew, the typed name, however, was Robert Graves. Not a French name — which Greyson would've expected with Mr. Odell saying the prior renter had been somewhat French.
Greyson looked at the letter. To him it was a bunch of gibberish, but he guessed it had some kind of significance. It had to. It wouldn't have been sent to this Robert Graves if it hadn't.
Of course, Mr. Graves didn't live here anymore, so what was Greyson supposed to do with the letter? He had a feeling — especially with all of this gibberish and code — that Mr. Graves probably hadn't left Mr. Odell with a forwarding address, so he couldn't send it on to wherever Mr. Graves was now. . .
. . . Maybe he should hang onto it and see if Mr. Graves was going to come back and get it or something like that. He did at least want to hang onto it until he found out what the whole code meant."
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