Chapter 112 Rule Seven

“Notice!” I yelled, which is a hell of a thing to bring into a lobby at twenty to eleven at night.

Mom’s head came up from the card table. Her glasses were crooked. “Time?”

“Ten-forty. There’s a hearse.”

“Of course there is,” said Mom, and wrote it down.

Dad’s voice crackled out of the walkie on her...

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