He always did that kind of thing. One minute you’d see him up there in the customer service cage, smoking and looking at something, and then next mo...ment he was standing right behind you. I looked around for the Mormon, figuring I could pawn the cart round-up off on him—one more payout for covering for him—but he was off doing one of the other shitty jobs he’d agreed to.There was a breeze cutting across the parking lot but it wasn’t a cooling one. The air smelled like rain. I was putting. ”“What FBI agent?” asked Mum.“A friend of the psychiatrist who works in their War Crimes Department,” I said. “He reckoned that the way Daisy said ‘dirty Jew’ could indicate a connection back to Nazi Germany.”“I see,” said Mum. “I’d thought of the possibility myself but I didn’t know what to do about it. But I still don’t see where the ‘ratted out’ comes in.”Terri, looked down at the carpet, perhaps hoping the floor would swallow her up. “I didn’t know what to do so I told Vice Principal. Then she relented, telling him she'd come by in a couple days. He seemed satisfied, gave a quick kiss and returned to his compatriots. "He needs to finish the painting," Mother explained with a wink."Who is that?" asked my sister. When my mother told her, her eyes went wide."Do you want to meet him?" asked my mother."No. What would I say?" Show him your drawings," said Mother."They're like children's finger painting to him," said my sister. Mother grabbed them and went to the artist and. It was a little after midday when I got the text from Faye that she was home, I was anxious to see how her and her Mom were doing in the wake of what happened so I hurried across the road telling Bobbie where I was going. I made my way up the drive and let myself in, already there were bunches of flowers gathering in the driveways of both our houses. I figured that the names of the victims must have been released this morning.''Hello?'' I called as I closed the front door behind me. There was.