"The bad man is coming back," my gray socks whispered to me on a cold, rainy night.
"How do you know?" I asked. I had feared this for a long time now.
"Because I feel it... because I know it...."
That was a few weeks ago. I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to blog for a bit, but I learned that Eric was returning back to my city. I was afraid for me and my socks' life so we tried to stay on the down low until he left. Thankfully, I'm happy to report that he is gone again, hopefully forever.
We did have a close call though. One night, I met up with Eric and some other friends, and I had worn my gray socks out. It was a tense moment, and I was afraid Eric would sense it (or smell it). But he didn't. He was oblivious, perhaps because he never even cared for his socks in the first place.
I should have known better than to tempt fate, but it must have slipped my mind. The gray socks stayed quiet through dinner, and I'll never put the gray socks in that situation again. It was a moment where we really bonded and came together to overcome adversity. One of life's tests. And we passed.
Thanks to all those who wrote in and asked where we are. Gray socks and I are fine and we are happy that this ordeal is behind us.