My head was pounding so I went into the kitchen to grab some water and aspirin but drew up short as I stepped in the doorway. I’d found what might be Gertie’s final resting place. Her dining table. She was in the center, arms stretched out like she was waiting to be sacrificed. Her shirt was pulled up, exposing her belly, and the skin around her navel was pink. Tricky Ricky was sitting in a chair, slumped onto the table, clutching an empty bottle of the red-hot brand of Sinful Ladies Cough Syrup. The reality of what had gone on after I’d crashed washed over me and made that aspirin run more
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