Home Fires

by Amy L. Hull

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"Mrs. Schanke, I presume?"

Myra started. The woman suddenly next to her was the picture of sophisticated perfection. "Don mentioned this place." She heard the slur in her voice. Too many piƱa coladas. "Wouldn't give any details." She sniffed at the gyrating bodies. "I see why."

"So you had to...see it yourself?"

Myra picked at the drink's paper umbrella.

"Detective Schanke spoke of you and your...Janie?"

"Jenny."

"He wanted you safe. To go home. He could not be still and played...basketball." The woman's lip curled.

Myra laughed. "I guess I'm lucky you didn't kill him yourself."

"More than you know."

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Written as a Party Favor for Skieswideopen in the 2012 FKFicFest for the prompt: "Someone seeks help or advice from Janette."

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