Chapter 5There was already a message from Daniel on his machine when he arrived back at home. Police tape cordoned off his neighbor’s front porch, and the green blood had been washed away, but the eerie silence and lack of light from Maurice—who often listened to jazz records from earth late into the night—still reminded Paul of all that had come today.
Just today, he thought. All of this happened in one damn day. A Second Friday he would not forget in some time.
He poured himself a glass of milk, sniffing it skeptically, as he listened to the message from Daniel. “Autopsy complete. She had at least three foals six hours before she died. There was no afterbirth. So she delivered that, too. It’s a gross detail for some people to handle, so I’m sorry if you’re eating right now or squeamish
