“That’s the best part,” Church said. “It didn’t cost anything. It was free.”
Albee stared at the Wellingtons’ house for a moment longer. If Linda Wellington had seen Church take the deity, the whole neighbourhood would know soon. Linda had once worked in PR and she still thought it was her job to get the message out, whatever message might find its way to this sleepy street.
Albee thought about leaving the door open to see if the deity would leave on its own, but who knew what else might wander in? He closed the door and locked it, then went back to the kitchen.
“No good will come out of this,” he said as he sat down at the table, across from the deity.
“What good ever comes out of anything?” Church asked.
They ate in silence, Albee and the deity looking at each other and Church looki
