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“We can’t do it,” Dale replies. “We’re still on our cleaning ticket.” He sets the mike on the hook and sits back. He stares out the window. “No way in hell am I going back there.”
“She’s just having a panic attack. Imagine, killing your neighbour like that. I wonder if someone thought to call the preschool.”
“Preschool?”
“She was going to pick up her kid.” I’m about to say that the woman will never be the same, that this morning breaks her life in half. The before, and now the after. This is the wrong thing to say because Dale is broken in half now too, in the very same way. Instead, I offer him a bird’s nest cookie. “I’ll admit that the jam looks pretty violent. I promise that wasn’t my intention when I made them. It’s my mom’s raspberry jam.”
