CHAPTER FOUR
MARY, MARY QUITE CONTRARY
Well then, I suppose by now you’re wondering how our old comatose friend is doing. As for that, honestly, I really don’t know. It’s been, like, four hours since I got to the hospital, with Sparkle just lying there in his white gown, basically not moving a muscle. (If he knew he was wearing white before Labor Day, he’d be mortified.) The doctor told me that we would just have to wait and see. The bullet, apparently, went through his chest and out the back, just barely missing his lungs and heart. But he did lose a lot of blood before the paramedics could get to him. (The five-story walk up is great if you want a nice view, but it’s a b***h if you’ve been shot.)
The scary part was just a little while ago, when the police came and started to ask me qu
