By the time we got the corner, upstairs bedroom set up for
surveillance, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
“Michael,” I hissed. “I hate your son.”
He strode over to join me at the window and laughed. In the
broad yard a house away, Roger pushed around a rusty wheelbarrow full of weeds
he must have pulled, vegetation he cut. He wore nothing but hikers and tiny, PT
shorts, that were already sweaty and clinging to him. Even a hundred feet away
the sweat billowing around his muscles were clear to the naked eye. The word
naked being appropriate, because that pretty much described his situation.
“When was acting gardener part of the plan?” I asked.
Roger isn’t quite six-foot, but his average dimensions stop
there. He’d been a power lifter since potty training, I think. He gave the
expression six-pack new meaning. He looks layered in jeans and a polo. Dang Louise.
If he didn’t grab our target’s attention nothing would.
“I hope Augie’s lady friend isn’t gay,” Michael drawled.
“What?” Augie’s voice wafted from the adjoining room where he
was setting up his computer equipment. He strode into the room. “Who’s gay?”
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Fourteen year-old Trotter was still just trying
to get the hang of the demi-godding business when the apocalypse began. In a
world where the gods have withdrawn from humanity, leaving mortals bitter
toward magic, she finds herself constantly torn between her human and goddess
sides. When the world begins to fade away and she becomes the prime suspect,
her search to find the cause and prove her innocence ends up revolving around a
mysterious little girl named Alice. Then Trotter discovers that not all of the
gods had been as distant as they seemed...
Now, with everyone against her and the gods
fighting amongst themselves, Trotter is on her own to save her world and stop a
vengeful god from using Alice to destroy everything.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Mom said. “You don’t have an opinion?”
She knows I’m not chatty, right? I shrugged and continued to
shovel hashed-eggs. Everyone else was happy to leave me out of whatever.
A moment later all the trifolds made sense. Why Mom and
Michael had disappeared for a couple days, and acted all secretive. I guess the
retirement was a go, and they were working on how best to kick it off.
Personally, disappearing with a suitcase sounded nice.
“Biltmore is too froufrou,” Mom said.
I thought that about the Grove. But Motel 6 makes me feel
underdressed. I finished my breakfast and Norm snatched the plate, I guess
afraid I might steal it or something, and I pushed back to catch my breath.
Maybe I inhaled my food. Mom has commented in the past I’d make a good pig. Roger
and I sometimes act as though we’re in a race, I think. In my case, I don’t
think my brain functions all that well when my jaw is working, so I like to get
finished so what the crew has to say, makes sense.