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But Trey knowsfor fun?"

I snort "When?"

"Mohts off for stuff You know that"

"Idon’t have anything else to do"

"You could go see a ht as we near our destination I stare straight ahead I can’t look at hi I focus on the construction crews along the side of the street hanging up banners for a spring flower show at the conservatory In that instant, all the banners, as far ahead of us as I can see, change

I suck in a breath The banners now advertise dead Sawyer Angotti’s face

"What’s wrong?" Trey asks His voice is concerned

"Nothing," I say I lean down and pretend to rue around in my purse "Seriously I just need more sleep"

"I don’t believe you"

I don’t knohat to say to that Besides, it’s tiry people

Every time I hand food out theto the custo line of banners out of the corner of my eye and see Sawyer’s dead face "Go away," I mutter

A customer looks at me, taken aback

"Oh, no--not you," I say "I’ to the banners No mental illness here

I keep ht

Back at the restaurant for the dinner rush, Dad is in the kitchen with his chef jacket on, which is a good sign Trey and I exchange a glance and Trey calls out, "Hey, Pops"