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Starter homes was what Frank (soon to be my ex-husband) called them when we moved here forty years ago, except that we never moved on to anything bigger. Neither did Agnes Kaminsky who still lives next door, or Glen Druckmeyer who died in the house across the street, which made it the opposite of a starter home for him.
We’re all silent as he walks out of the kitchen. It’s as if we don’t dare say anything that will delay his exit.
No one respects private property anymore, not like when I was growing up,” said cemetery director Gerald Haas, who was certainly old enough to remember the world as it once was—or as he thought it was.
The lament of every generation, thought Jane. The world’s falling apart. It’s what her grandmother used to say. It’s what her dad still said. And one of these days, she’d probably say it to her own daughter, Regina.
So many distracting details. So many ways to lose sight of the killer.
What does Lorelei have that could possibly be alluring to a man like Jonas? She may be thinner than I am, a skin-and-bones type of thinness which might be fashionable, but it makes me think of a naked baby bird.
I’m not dumb enough to get drunk at Jonas’s house; no, the place to get plastered is in the privacy of my own home, where no one’s around to see it.