“Between the motorboat sound that Sundae made as she snoozed deeply on the sofa and my checking and double-checking on Matty to be sure that she didn't (a) murder us in our sleep or (b) choke on her own stomach contents in her drunken stupor, I basically paced around the house all night waiting for the sun to come up.
The one thing I had accomplished was to retrieve the evidence containing garbage bag from under the sink and slip it into the trunk of my car. I hadn't been brave enough to try to extract the note that was covered in Matty's stomach contents, but I had it nonetheless. At least until I decided whether or not it was significant at any rate.
This had been a terrible night off from watching after my sister. I would remember this next time someone offered. I was better off locked behind closed doors with my sister and my pooch, Pickles.
I thought of him and decided to slip into the laundry room to phone Ms.
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