Chapter 4
Goose didn’t make the call right away.
“Screwballs procrastinate,” he said.
I wouldn’t have been in any hurry to dial up someone who’d called me that, either. As eager as we were for information, the next week was spent doing other things, anyway; meeting with a real estate agent, working on our budget, getting things ready for Toto, just in case, and picking out wedding invitations. They were pretty, at least to us. White cardstock, with an orange and black foil border and gothic black lettering, they had a silvery spider web-shaped cutout overlay. I told my mother about them, when she called.
“You are cordially invited to an outdoor Halloween wedding,” I read. “We only ordered twenty. Something small but meaningful down at Jefferson and Daniel’s tree will be perfect, we fig
