Chapter Fourteen
Begone, Thot!
It’s noon the next day, and the sun is beating down upon Elsinore with relentless fervor. Well, not really—the sun never shines that strongly in New England. But it’s a moistly hot July day, the kind of sunny-yet-sticky day you might want to spend cooling off at the beach or getting ice cream, or perhaps spying on your nephew and his girlfriend. (No, I didn’t stutter—how can one even stutter in a written narrative?) That’s exactly what Claude Dane is about to do.
This morning, Lia texted Ham to ask if he’d like to hang out with her at the park this afternoon. It was the first time she’d texted him in a week, despite all the long texts he’d sent her. Ham agreed pretty quickly, although—unbeknownst to Lia—not without consulting Harry first. Now Harry waits a
