Mister Randolph always walked with a certain air of dignity which hid the evil thoughts which ran through his heart of stone…today was no different than any other except while he was walking he remembered that little fun thing we all did when we were kids where we wouldn’t step on a crack or we break our mothers back and for once he side stepped a crack and finally felt like he had done his mom a favor even though she’s been in a nursing home for eight years and he won’t even visit here because he is afraid he will see his own death reflected in her tears.