If God Had Wanted Me To Lose

A Uniform Cordoned Off The Area With Crime Scene Tape. The M.e. Pulled In And Parked. There Were Two Emt Trucks Idling At The Edge Of The Lot. I’d Stayed Close To The Back Door, And One Of The Rangeman Guys Had Taken A Position Two Feet From Me, Standing At Parade Rest. No Doubt In My Mind He’d Take A Bullet For Me Rather Than Face Ranger Over A Dead Stephanie.

I Went To The Door, And Gary Tried Hard Not To Notice I Was Blue. He Looked At His Feet, And He Looked Above My Head, And He Cleared His Throat. It's Okay,' I Said. 'i Know I'm Blue.' It Caught Me By Surprise,' He Said. 'i Didn't Want To Seem Rude.

[ranger] "how's Your Mental Health?" He Asked. "i Heard About Soder." [stephanie] "i'm Rattled." "i Have A Cure." Oh, Boy. He Put The Truck In Gear And Headed For The Exit. "i Know What You're Thinking," He Said. "and That Wasn't Where I Was Going. I Was Going To Suggest Work." "i Knew That." He Looked Over At Me And Grinned. "you Want Me Bad." I Did. God Help Me.

There’s Always Tomorrow.” “exactly,” She Said, Finishing Off Her First Doughnut, Selecting A Second. Maybe She Wouldn’t Starve To Death, She Decided. Maybe She’d Eat Herself Into Obesity And Explode. Death By Doughnut.

Good Thing He's Dead," Lula Said, "or That Would Have Hurt Like The Devil.