“Funeral for a Stooge”, Chapter. 5b, Excerpt 13, The Archangel of Hamilton Beach

I followed her out the back door. The sun was lower in the sky, the backyard had grown more still, and the frostiness icier. “Isn’t the dirt too frozen to dig through, Al?” “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Grab the key from the hook on the wall there.” I did, and Al opened the … Continue reading ““Funeral for a Stooge”, Chapter. 5b, Excerpt 13, The Archangel of Hamilton Beach”