"Which was unforgivable, of course." said my mother. "Of course, not every journalist was a part of that nor even approving of it; many still recoil in horror at what that despicable Hardwood did."
"And the damage it's done to their already useless reputations." I said. Seeing my mom's look, I said "Okay, I'll stop talking about the group I love to hate. So no idea what Louella Hopper wanted?"
"No, son." said Phyllis. "We'll have to possess ourselves in patience, and wait until the morning."
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*BRING!* *BRING!* *BRING!* *BRING!*
12:00 midnight, becoming Tuesday, July 16th. My Police iPhone ringing, along with Bowser barking furiously at it, woke me up.
"Troy." I said, answering as Laura got up to tend to Bowser and the girls trying to calm him down.
"Comman
