"Girl," said Lou Edna, "you was gone so long, I started to call out the stool softener squad."
"No need," said Hadley. "I would use the woods before I used Sadie's bathroom."
"Well," said Lou Edna, "Did you get lost, Little Red Riding Hood?"
"No," said Hadley. "Come on. Let's get outta here before we contract some ragin' contagion. You know like the fuzzy filths or the grease cruds."
"What's the matter with you?" asked Lou Edna.
"I went around back. I talked to the cook," said Hadley.
"Oh, tar and feathers!" said Lou Edna. "Now, I'll never be able to come back here. What ya do that for? That's like going to the city sanitation department and askin' 'em if you can dip your toothbrush in their raw sewage soup to wet the bristles a little."
"I know," said Hadley. "And you're exactly right. That cook's apron was black with grease, Lou Edna. Tell me you've never ordered a hot dog or anything else from back there. I'm not so sure, but I think he had vomit on his T-shirt, too."
"Oh, Hadley!" said LouEdna. "Get me outta here! I need some fresh air!"
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Nobody Can Say It's You
Mystery / ThrillerA monster is running down Main Street! An old mountain hermit, dressed as Death, drops dead at a Halloween festival in Hope Rock County. Nobody knows why. But mysterious forces are at work on the Appalachian ridges. Granny witches and the Ancients...
