I let it ring. I wanted to breathe for a few minutes, and I could think of nothing that couldn't wait. Besides, I had paid almost $50 for an answering machine. Let it earn its keep.
Jeff LindsayWhat do you want a clock for?โ โTo find out what time it is,โ I said. โI think thatโs the usual purpose.
Jeff LindsayBut of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.
Jeff Lindsayโฆa cheerful black shadow reared up behind him as he spoke, thundering a happy challenge to my Dark Passenger, which slid forward and bellowed back.
Jeff LindsayIt took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being. Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO. The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile. What a scamp.
Jeff Lindsay