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Heat rushed to my face and snark bubbled in my brain as I stared at the closed door, refusing to look at Roger. He let out a sound that might have been a snicker, if he did snickers, as he motioned for me to proceed.
Head down, staring at my quaint feet on the shadowy, paved path, I nearly fulfilled Ms. Dickey’s wishes for my demise by walking into a wall. A human one, that is.
“I’m sorry,” said the enormous man-flesh barrier. His chest and shoulders were so broad, he put me in mind of a professional wrestler in an expensive suit. At least it felt expensive when I grasped it in the dim light to keep from falling. “I didn’t realize the Dickeys had company.”
It seemed a disingenuous thing to say, considering he’d have seen Roger’s vehicle.
“Pardon me,” he said, disengaging my hands t
