Chapter Twenty
Eventually we let each other go, and we came into the house. I was soaked through. Needed a shower. I looked at my phone first. I read Damon and Paolo’s texts about how fabulous the script was. “Perfection!” Sally was silent on the subject. Didn’t matter. I had fulfilled my contract. There was a text message from Katherine Bernstein. She said, “We are sorry, but we can’t do what you ask. Sally is not our kind of people. But you are. Call us.”
“Hey, David,” I called. “Don’t go to school this morning.”
“Why?”
“I want to take you somewhere,” I said. “You and Fern and your dad. Have him call the school.”
The three of them were picking up debris when I came out of the shower and got dressed. I heard Hayword say something about the lightning rod going to good use last night.
