Becca tried to stay as still as possible as the box shook and swayed slightly. She braced her hands on the floor to either side, crouching on one knee in the dark as she was rolled out. I hope they get this show on the road, before I get too stiff ...―
“Well,” I said, “I think that’s it! David, I hope you had a happy birth—” “No, no!” Gerald interrupted. “There’s one more! I almost forgot it in all the excitement! Hang on, I’ll go get it, okay? You just sit tight, champ.” He got up from the ...―
“Time!” Sam knew she had heard the toilet flush and she now expected to hear him washing his hands. Skip that step, he knew, and he’d be in for discipline. He always tried to avoid Mother’s discipline; tried as hard as he could. He flipped both ...―
“Come on Jason, leave it alone!” Jason ignored the smaller boy as he took careful aim. “He didn’t do nothin’ to you!” “They’re…” Jason closed one eye in concentration. “…bad…” He reached back as far as he could, trying for a real zinger. “…luck!”...―
“Just put the damn things on the points, Harold! It’s not that hard, for Christ’s sake, a monkey could do it!” “But Dear, why? And when did you put this diagram on the floor down here — is this carved right in?” “I have to explain it to you ...―
I just need to shave, then it’s off to work. But shaving means going into the bathroom, and if I go in there I’ll have to pee. Who am I kidding? I already have to pee. But I can’t. Maybe I can skip the shave, I think, just tell folks I’m growing ...―
“There’s somebody up there! Get him!”Dammit. I wasn’t going to blow the whistle here, for Christ’s sake! All I wanted to do was listen a little! I was watching these guys hoping they’d mention their boss. I wasn’t the cops, I couldn’t pull one of...―
The dame walked in with a short skirt, a fist full of sugar and eyes full of tears. Two out of three ain’t bad. I’m a sucker for a weepy tomato, so I parked her in the visitor’s chair and she made with the sob story. Her gams were distracting, but ...―
“Ladies and gentlemen, please note that at no time do my fingers leave my hand!” Not yet, thought Larry. Blood, murder, and death; surprising what the human mind can cope with when necessary. Of course, Larry Bumpolowski wasn’t human. Not any ...―
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“Jesus, could they make this place any harder to find?” Larry Bumpolowski said aloud as the station wagon, all decked out in red, yellow and blue, ground to a halt at the end of the rutted gravel driveway. The dashboard clock read 7:13pm. ...―
Click-click-click… Reggie lay in the dark, wondering how the hell it had gone this far. It was all just a joke, he thought. Elaborate, maybe, but just a damn joke! This was all Henderson’s fault anyway, him being such an officious little...―
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