Chapter 4
When the screaming started, it was Scooter who had to deal with it, because Andy was on the phone.
That wasn’t unusual. Andy had been on his phone for half of Thursday and almost all of Friday. The service on Saturday had been simple but surprisingly well attended. Scooter hadn’t realized his sister had quite so robust a social life. Well, why would he know? They’d barely spoken to each other in years. Sunday had passed in a quiet sort of daze, and now it was Monday morning. And there was screaming.
Ugh. He rolled to his feet. It wasn’t “I’m in pain” screaming, which might have gotten Scooter to move faster. It wasn’t “I’m having a nightmare” screaming either. This was a hundred percent Stahl brand “I am pissed off” screaming. Seemed Billie had gotten that from her mom, at lea
