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“How’s T?” Edna asked as soon as I entered Mrs. Janowski’s house.
“He looks bad, but I think he’ll be fine.”
“Did he tell you what happened?” Ida asked.
“He relayed some details, but not everything.”
“Tell us what he did say,” Mrs. Janowski urged.
It wouldn’t hurt to tell them what I know, I thought. Hopefully it might stop them from retaliating with their frying pans.
I briefly repeated what T had told me, watching as their eyes grew wider.
“You mean he had to fight to get out?” Sylvia asked.
“Multiple people?” Edna gasped.
“Without weapons?” Mrs. Janowski questioned. “Why those no good, dirty, rotten, despicable ruffians! It’s time to bring those suckers down!”
“Or, we could leave them alone,” I suggested firmly.
“So others can get hurt?” she asked. “When we started Securi
