Again silence. No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. “No, not that I know of,” Michelle replied, her still eyes not meeting Lucy’s. Easy enough to look as if one rides away. She looked around her. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork.
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