There was a plate of bacon in the center of the table beside the flowers. It should have bothered me more, I guess, but it didn't. He knelt and I removed his own sandals, then handed them to a woman at the nearest table. I caught the faintest edge of Dallas.
I did what the lady with the shotgun pointed at my chest said, I moved very, very slowly, and handed her my ID. I hoped I didn't get us killed. As if the monstrousness inside was more human than the human shells they wore. He wasn't going to give me enough time to hide.
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