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“What? I’m not done”

“We have to go!” I repeat, but this time, I don’t wait for her reaction I suspect we’re about ten seconds away from a Wild West-style shoith Sheriff Betty Matthews and her deputy, Nan I squat down, toss Carly’s body over ht, and ’s lights reach our section of the road

“What the hell, Ryan? You’ve got to stop doing this We’re not in an episode of Chicago Fire, for God’s sake!”

“Shh!” I shush her, still running “Be quiet I think that’s Nan and Betty heading up the street, and I’m not yet prepared to dive in front of any bullets, intended for a woman as beautiful as you or not”

Once I knoe’re safely behind two giant evergreen trees of some kind in the yard across the street, I put Carly to her feet again, and we both peek out fro Toms

“Holy shit!” she exclai a ued pants “I think you were right! That’s them!”

Not even ten seconds later, Betty’s golf cart whips into Nan’s driveway, her friend’s scooter hts land on the house, highlighting the new décor, she sla so hard, Nan has to reach up and grab the roof to keep fro off the seat onto the pavement

“Oh fuck,” Iht o down”

“What the heck is this?” Betty shouts and hops out of her seat “Nan! What did you do?”

“What did I do?” Nan questions, still sitting in the cart “You really think I would do so like this to my own yard?”

“Tomorrow is trash day! You know that’s when I et this cleaned up before then? You’re alive you a citation!”

“A citation?!” Nan screeches and atteh, her need for her always-present red scooter obviously legitimate as she just sort of bounces on the seat “But I’m not the one who did this!”

Betty huffs and walks over to the lawn to consider whether or not she wants to help her friend get off her golf cart and onto her own ander at Carly’s art installation in the center, she tosses both hands up in the air “This is a wanker, Nan!”