“You want spaghetti?” Matt called out to me as I watched the Twins get trounced by the hated Yankees. I didn’t answer because the Twins were mounting a mini-rally in the bottom of the fifth inning to pull within five. Matt Garza had better shape up in a hurry, or I was going to demand… Continue Reading
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Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter sixteen, part three
“Dodo!” Mona shrieked, throwing her arms around me. “What happened? Mom said you were in some sort of trouble.” “You can’t keep out of it, can you, Dodo?” Hank asked affectionately, ruffling my hair. “Dodo, what are we going to do with you?” Owen asked, sighing and rolling his eyes. Michele, who was with them,… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter sixteen, part two
I wondered why she was so mad at me as we had been getting along so famously before I made my move. Most likely she was starting to think that we were bonding or some ridiculous shit like that and took my escape as a rejection. Which was ridiculous, really, considering that she was going… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter sixteen, part one
“You found it.” I looked up, startled by the sound of a voice. To my chagrin, Antoinette was standing in front of me with a gun in her hand. She was about six feet away from me, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t miss. She had an angry look in her eyes which was… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fifteen, part two
I decided to break into the park right now before it got dark out. I knew it would be better to go after dark, but I didn’t have the nerve. Besides, the security at the park was nonexistent, so I didn’t worry too much about being caught. I went upstairs to change into black jeans… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fifteen, part one
“How was your day?” My mother asked when I walked into the house. One look at my face, though, told her all she needed to know. “How’s Dad?” I asked instead of answering her. I had thought about my father all day, and I wanted to make sure he was ok. “I’m fine,” Dad said… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part two
I dismissed the thoughts as I pulled on my head. I was ninety percent certain that Shannon was the culprit which meant I could relax. No one would be trying to off me today. I could walk freely among the children and not worry about anything more than getting food on my outfit. The darlings… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part one
“Welcome back, Bea. Long time, no see.” Antoinette greeted me with a smirk on her face, her usual expression. She fluttered her hand at me so I would notice the rock sitting on her finger. It was a large garnet and looked like it’d be a bitch to wear. “Nice ring,” I said offhandedly. “Oh,… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter thirteen, part four
“My mother tried to kill herself by slitting her wrists three months after we buried Rachel. She waited until after I visited her so she could see me one last time. Fortunately, she cut them the wrong way—many people do, you know—and a neighbor dropped in to see how she was doing. The neighbor had… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part three
“How is he?” Mona asked my mother once we found her. Mona had a lead foot and we beat the others by at least five minutes. “I told you to stay home,” my mother said wearily, slumped over in her chair. She suddenly looked older than her age as she stared at the floor. Since… Continue Reading