After just a few days of loungin at the lake house on Osiris, I was all twitchy. I don’t hold with this relaxin life style. It’s just not right. I weren’t gonna say anything to no one about it. I didn’t want to be the possum in the soup, if you know what I mean.

But one day, I think it was day 4 of our 2 weeks of R&R, I woke to the sound of gun fire. Hot damn! I thought. We got us a situation! But it was just Roark taking potshots at the crows. I went out to cheer him on. Those damned crows were cawwing to beat the band. It was like a, like a gorram crow convention! When we came in about 20 minutes later there was talk of a comet.

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While the group was in the kitchen, me and Roark arrived at the front door. I hitched up my skirts to climb the stairs. “You’re wearing your gorram boots!” Roark’s lips barely moved. “Well yeah. In case we gotta run. I’m ready. Got some ChemPlast too. Can’t be too careful when you’re rubbing elbows with the nobs.”

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