Somebody called 911, somebody drew a chalk outline, not knowing the outcome but playing it safe, and somebody else a few sheets to the cold wind asked my companion and only witness "Whersh he from?" in an admirable show of interest.
And Brother Makes Three
He abruptly but calmly began moving furniture close to the walls. When the floor was clear he swept his hand over it as if to welcome me into his office and before I could much think about it he was choking me.
Every question deserves an answer, but not every answer has to be as brutal as an axe. I started to look towards the chopping block but nodded in the direction of the farmhouse instead.