50I drove to Polka Central filled with dread at what lay ahead on that deceptively sunny Thursday. Not only was someone out to get me, probably the same person who’d killed Dad and Eddie Sr., but Polkapourri was one day away, and a mountain of work remained to be done for it.
Not to mention, the authorities were going to haul Dad out of his final resting place.
It was the kind of day I just didn’t want to deal with. I wished I could blink my eyes and appear at the end of it without living through the craziness.
Because I couldn’t imagine anything good coming out of it. Happy endings just didn’t seem to be in the cards.
That was what I thought until I turned the corner onto the street where Polka Central was located.
I slowed down immediately, because I couldn’t believe what I was s
