The Tea Party - A Novel Of Horror - Plot & Excerpts
No one tried to stop him, though Judy gave him a look that almost turned him around. But he couldn’t stay. He kept looking at the windows, at the doors, expecting any minute to see someone else, another reminder of what had happened. It was foolish. It was ridiculous. He knew it. Yet the day had loaded his imagination with too many demons and he decided it was about time to rid himself of this plague once and for all. If he didn’t, he’d be an emotional cripple for the rest of his life. As he had been during his flight from Seattle after his parole ended. It was evident he couldn’t practice his profession there because of his past, so he took the money he’d invested and headed cross-country, hitching when he could, working in forgotten diners in places he had never heard of and never wanted to hear of again. He had no credit cards, so he had to use cash; he had virtually no identification, so he used whatever name came to mind whenever he was asked.
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