Maybe she decided to go on a road trip to Canada, and stopped at a Denny's on the outskirts of a small provincial town near the border. Maybe she sat at the counter and found herself chitchating with one of the locals. She might have decided to stay the night and spend some time seeing the quaint little village. Perhaps, when she inquired about a motel, she learned that the only place to stay was a rundown hotel on the corner of Main and Oak Street. While unpacking, there might have been a knock on the door, and when she opened it she may have found herself gazing into the dark hazel eyes of a man named Glenn, a morose widower who owned the hardware store next to the hotel.
Glenn might have advised her to eat at Beth's Cafe instead of going back to the Denny's, and perhaps one thing led to another and Hooktard and Glenn might have wound up having an evening supper together. Perhaps, afterwards, they strolled back to the hotel under the moonlight and a few outmoded streetlights.
It's possible that Hooktard invited Glenn into her room, and one thing led to another and Glenn, who had never strayed outside his quiet village, got the best BBBJ he ever had along with the seven usual positions.
Perhaps he was so overwhelmed by the experiences of that night that he asked Hooktard to marry him and stay in the village. It could be that after a day or two of hesitant soul searching on Hooktard's part, and great displays of Glenn's ardent love for her, that they agreed to tie the knot.
I like to imagine that she has found true happiness and that she will live out the remainder of her days in a North Country Shangri La, where, for reasons science cannot explain, no one ever grows old and there is never any strife or unhappiness of any kind.
Anything is possible.
Well, now the clock on my iPod says that my bedtime has again rolled around. Tonight I will sleep having pleasant dreams, I'm sure, of what might have become of our dear friend Hooktard.
Goodnight, assholes.
Goodnight, Bitches.
Goodnight, Moon.
Goodnight, Boys on the Board.
Goodnight, Dipshits.
Goodnight, Manginas.
Goodnight, Trolls.
Goodnight, whores and whoremongers everywhere.
Pleasant dreams.
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