Ruthie was shaking in her torn dress. She didn't know what was going on, and she suspect no one else did either. Tears ran down her dirt covered face making her eyes sting. Dee sposie of? She thought. I don't know what that is, but it don't sound good. She rubbed her eyes and stood, then inched her way to the typewriter.

(( I may have difficulty with keeping her in an accent, so it'll be hit and miss... and I hope that was an okay intro. OZL ))

The 4-sided dice lands on 1