Did not get as much done today that I had hoped. Always bad on Mondays.
“Hey!” The shout jerked Cyndia to the present.
Billy O’Neal put his hands on his hips. “Are you supposed to be here?”
“No, I’m hiding. Could you be quiet about it?”
“I left my Spider-man in the tree house. Can I get it?”
“Sure.”
He scrambled up the rope ladder and brought the Spider-man action figure down in his teeth. Deciding not to leave the yard, he sat on the grass in front of Cyndia. “Mommy says Frank and Harry ain’t coming back. They had to go to Heaven.”
“Your mommy’s right.” Cyndia pulled her knees in and rested her chin on them.
“Mommy says the cops are going to catch the man who killed them.”
“That’s what cops do. Even cops from outer space.”
“There’s cops in outer space?”
“There has to be cops every where.”
Billy thought about that. “Yeah, I guess so. But how will we know when the cops catch him?”
There was a tapping noise on the window. The cylinder tapped against the glass. Cyndia opened the window and it zipped past them, heading over the lake to the forest.
She looked down at Billy’s wide eyes. “Well if our cops catch him, it’ll be on the news. If the outer space cop catches him, I’ll tell you.”
Billy turned from Cyndia to track the cylinder. “Wow.”
“Hey, don’t tell anybody okay? We don’t want a cop hunted like E.T.”
“No, ma’am. I got to go home now. Bye.”
Cyndia took a deep breath and took a swipe at the moistness leaking from her eyes. She needed a nap. Yes, that would make her feel better after all this.
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