Disclaimer: Still not mine. Now I have a cookie besides the pen. Yay!
A/N: Uppps! Mis-calculation. This time we have Arthur, and Dennis will have to wait a bit more.
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Chapter one: PrayDead don't talk; but we, the living, do it in they behalf. Who knows if that's not worse.
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"Do you want something, Arthur? Tea?" Maggie asked. Arthur lifted his head. She still looked paled and distressed; but being the only one uninjured, she'd taken charge of taking care of the others, because, not knowing what to do, they'd returned home..
"No, that's ok, Maggie. Go to sleep." When she reached the door, he added, "Maggie?" She turned. "Could you sleep with Bobby tonight?"
She smiled a little, a soft smile, not usual in her. "I would, but Kathy is already with him."
Arthur nodded. "Good. Night, then."
She left, leaving Arthur alone to think, once more. He still couldn't believe what had just happened; the debacle they'd been exposed to, in the course of a few hours.
He still hadn't go to the police, and, no one of them being seriously hurt, neither to the hospital.
He imagined that he would have to think very carefully what to say. Telling the truth was out of the question. And he would have to look for a lawyer; because the other lawyer…not that he would have wanted Cyrius' lawyer now, anyway…
"It is over." He said, once more, at loud, to convince himself. He stretched in the couch, too tired even to walk to his bed. Yes, a lawyer, definitely; and give notice of the bodies. Find out if they had families. The woman…Kalina, wasn't it? And Dennis. Poor boy.
Arthur sighed. All that was left now was to wish that Cyrius was burning in hell for what he did…
And that Dennis wasn't.