The afternoon after Ralphie’s call
The afternoon after Ralphie’s callThe afternoon after Ralphie’s callLarry Smith parked a half a block from the Belamy home, on the far side of Elm Street. It was a warm day, but not hot. Window down, he could hear the distant buzz of a lawn mower. Puffy white clouds dotted the blue, late-August sky. Nearly four in the afternoon, Larry expected to see some kids or maybe a school bus, but the sidewalks were empty and traffic was light. A sleepy suburban afternoon, and that was as much as he could hope for. It had already been a long day and the tricky part was still ahead of him.
Larry Smith parked a After Ralphie’s call, Larry had spent a large part of the morning in the local library, logged onto a computer under the name Fred Fenster, a nod to Benicio
