Murder of a Pink Elephant (2004)
“Skye wedged the receiver between her shoulder and ear and continued to sort laundry into piles.
“He needs to go to the doctor.” May was warming up to the subject like a batter taking a practice swing. “This is the second time he got hit on the head in a week.”
Actually it was the third, but Skye had no intention of correcting her mother, who didn’t know about the incident at the school dance. “You saw him playing drums last night after it happened. He was fine. The tray only glanced off... his forehead.”
Skye smothered a giggle. Not that she didn’t feel sorry for Vince, but he had looked so funny covered in ham and cheese, with a ring of raw onion hanging from his ear and a tomato slice pasted to his cheek. All he needed was a pineapple hat and he could have doubled for the Chiquita banana lady on the old TV commercial.
“He’d play even if he had a concussion. I went through two handkerchiefs and half a box of Kleenex before that cut on his temple stopped bleeding.”MoreLess
“He needs to go to the doctor.” May was warming up to the subject like a batter taking a practice swing. “This is the second time he got hit on the head in a week.”
Actually it was the third, but Skye had no intention of correcting her mother, who didn’t know about the incident at the school dance. “You saw him playing drums last night after it happened. He was fine. The tray only glanced off... his forehead.”
Skye smothered a giggle. Not that she didn’t feel sorry for Vince, but he had looked so funny covered in ham and cheese, with a ring of raw onion hanging from his ear and a tomato slice pasted to his cheek. All he needed was a pineapple hat and he could have doubled for the Chiquita banana lady on the old TV commercial.
“He’d play even if he had a concussion. I went through two handkerchiefs and half a box of Kleenex before that cut on his temple stopped bleeding.”MoreLess
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