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Show Go Love/146 cards, old newspapers and the slit open letter from California with Shawn Terrence Lord's rendition of Josephine looked girlish and odd. Shurl reads and nods. "Looks all right. She'll be in tomorrow's Democrat. We got a picture already." Her eyes light up through the glasses. A moment passes. She waits me out "Cheryl. Was my mother hurt?" "Hurt?" "Was there a report?" "Report?" "A death certificate " Behind my back, the door swings inward, and a clean-shaven man walks very upright into the room He's wearing a muted tie, gray with no design. "How are we this morning?" "Two more," Shurl says. "Must be a scorcher out there." He sees me and raises his brows He's somehow related to the monkey man outside, I can tell that much. "This is my husband," Shurl says. "Mr. Harvell here has particular questions, Bruce Can you help him?" Shurl's husband cuts her a look. "I'm afraid not this second," he says. "Bless you " Shurl says, "She's cosmetized. We did the best we could." She looks me straight in the eye. "You know it has been four days." "Is Mama okay?" "Is she okay? Child?" "Was she injured " |
