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“I think we may have misjudged the situation,” I say.
“Ya think?” Lindsey asks.
“Who knew Widow Ingstrom would go raving mad over a Halloween decoration?”
“You did. You even said this would make her go bonkers.”
“I never meant bonkers bonkers.”
Downstairs Ma tries to console the Widow. “There, there,” she says.
Widow Ingstrom wails, indiscernible words hiccupping between sobs.
The scent of baking pumpkin pie wafts upward.
“I guess we won’t get any,” Lindy says, speaking my thoughts, her stomach growling.
“I never meant to kill him,” Widow Ingstrom yells, her voice dropping off suddenly.
Sascha Darlington 7/11/2018