“You had to pick a nice secluded spot, didn’t you?” he said to his unresponsive friend. “It’s going to take them forever to get here.” He pushed down on Charlie’s chest, waited, then pushed again.
“You know, Charlie, I was going to ask you today to stay on at my place. Lella is leaving this week, as you know, and I don’t see why we can’t set you up in the barn.” He pushed. “What do you think, my friend? That’ll get you through this rough patch. We’ll put a bed downstairs, of course.”
Penn Yan
Emmett had no tolerance for sirens while nursing a hangover. He had slept half the night on the foyer floor before loading up on aspirin and water and flopping on the couch. He called the police station to advise them of his delay as he approached Penn Yan in his Crystal Black Subaru Forester. Emme
