He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

co-op. Asked if we’d had weird surges in the neighborhood. We talked maybe five minutes.”

“What did he look like?”

“Average. White guy. Fifty-ish. Ball cap. He said…” Greg swallowed. “He said he was trying to confirm whether the Carter place still hosted the Fourth cookout because of line load.”

My mother had started this barbecue after she beat breast continue reading …