Chapter Nineteen
It was also about then that I mowed down Augusta, presumably there to retrieve her forgotten purse. She looked quite a bit more sober than I’d seen her last, but gaped at me in astonishment. A driver who seemed to be an Uber driver, was parked nearby.
Augusta wasn’t the only one staring at me. Mrs. Harris from across the way was outside dumping a mop bucket and stopped what she was doing to come toward me. Apparently, I wasn’t known in the neighborhood for histrionics.
At that point, Reggie came tearing out of the house. Augusta didn’t know what had happened, but knew something was very wrong and that Reggie seemed to be the one behind it. She immediately took out her cell phone and dialed the police. Reggie, realizing the jig was up, took off in a completely different
