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But there wasn’t a body rotting inside. Nope, she was rotting right here, on the Welcome mat.
“Who would want to kill me, Dad?” His eyes filled. “I don’t know, baby girl.”
“Did you sleep well?” Sophia asked. “Like the dead.”
I’m no detective, but it probably wasn’t aliens or Taylor Swift. She’s very busy.”
“Jet,” he said softly, from another world, the one that belonged to the living.
That song everyone knew. The one about Vermont and sticks.
Reggie settled himself across the threshold, giving them some space, standing guard…lying guard. Facing the wrong way, actually.
“Have you done this before?” Billy whispered. “What?” “Crimes?” “No,” Jet snorted. “But I’ve watched TV, so…”
the tears doubled up, chasing each other but there were no winners,
toward 1A instead of home.
Offline, it said. Yeah, no shit.
But it was, it was the funniest thing in the world and all the stars, and they laughed and they couldn’t stop.
They walked and they laughed. This. Just this.
He glanced at his front door again, and Jet missed his eyes. All four of them.
