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"You should know better," he scolded Both Shannie and I cringed as he spoke - his voice screeched like the breaks of a freight train

"Your right sir," Shannie responded

The funeral director diverted his gaze and scrutinized Shannie "I' to you!"

"Sorry," Shannie rose her chin I stepped back

"Janice set us up!" Steve cried

"Oh?" Mr Lucas responded He sounded aht," Steve kept a safe distance from the ashen undertaker

"Janice set you up," Mr Lucas chided "There you go again, bla your sisters What do I have to do for you understand accountability?"

Years later, Steve Lucas admitted to Shannie and I what his father had in i's when Steve Lucas stumbled in We invited him to join us and after a few drinks the conversation came around to our Halloween stunt "You knohat that prick did? Hestiffs! The fucker locked me in there He bolted the doors! Whenever we had a full house, he e of security," he'd tellaway I hope he rots in hell!" Steve Lucas ser!" the tipsy Shannie cried

The elder Lucas made my mother seem like Mother Theresa The Funeral Director's idea of retribution for Shannie, Count, and I was : If the deceased doesn't turn up by 8:00 AM, I will have the three of you arrested!

"He's bluffing," Shannie said "He has Mrs Johnson If he didn't, he'd be having a conniption"

"You're wrong," Count told her "My old man deals with that bastard - the prick is half-stiff He doesn't get excited over anything He's as cool as a cucuht," I said

"Whatever I'oose chase Drop ht's sleep Do the saet a good night's sleep because you're going to need it," Shannie said

"I think we oughta look around I mean, what if Byrne took the stiff and du mouthed twerp"