The Fifth Assassin
“And not because of the food, which, when you’re twelve years old, is one of the greatest benefits of a sleepover at a friend’s house. Back then, as everyone knew, Marshall’s house was the one with the best food. Cap’n Crunch… Lucky Charms… Fruity and Cocoa Pebbles, plus two different flavors of Pringles and you could drink Yoo-Hoo at dinner, not just as a treat. Forever compensating for having a husband in a wheelchair, Marshall’s mom made sure her son had it all.
When Marshall slept at Beecher...’s, he had to slum his way through Honey Nut Cheerios and regular Cheerios.
But as Marshall was all too aware, Beecher’s house had the one thing his house would never have.
A teenage sister.
Two weeks ago, right before bed, Marshmallow was coming out of the bathroom just as Beecher’s sister Lesley stepped into the hallway. She was wearing a sky blue nightgown that came well below her knees. But Marshall could still see her ankles. He pushed his glasses up on his nose. Galactic, he thought to himself.MoreLess
When Marshall slept at Beecher...’s, he had to slum his way through Honey Nut Cheerios and regular Cheerios.
But as Marshall was all too aware, Beecher’s house had the one thing his house would never have.
A teenage sister.
Two weeks ago, right before bed, Marshmallow was coming out of the bathroom just as Beecher’s sister Lesley stepped into the hallway. She was wearing a sky blue nightgown that came well below her knees. But Marshall could still see her ankles. He pushed his glasses up on his nose. Galactic, he thought to himself.MoreLess
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