“Oh, man,” Leo said when he had finished the story. “I don’t feel so good. But I swear on the Styx, that’s what we saw.” Frank had the same expression as the monster catfish head—wide glassy eyes and an open mouth. “Hazel…Hazel liked your great-grandfather? That’s why she likes you?” “Frank, I know this is weird. Believe me. But I don’t like Hazel—not that way. I’m not moving in on your girl.” Frank knit his eyebrows. “No?”
