EVEN STEVEN
I stayed on the roof for the rest of the night, watching thunderheads scuttle overhead until I fell asleep. I was still on the roof in the morning when I peeled my eyes open to the gray light of pre-dawn and the shrill sound of a rooster crowing directly into my earhole.
Mary May perched nearby looking pleased with himself. I was going to kill that f*****g bird. I took a swipe at him and missed, startling him into fluttering half-flight out of my reach.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Crunnnch!
“f**k!”
From the back of the house, I heard the grinding of an engine and the sound of Gorey shouting parking instructions at someone.
“Cut it! Harder. No—the other way—”
Crunnnnchhh!!
The roof shuddered and I scrambled to my hands and knees to crawl along the roofline until I could loo
