Joe stared at Hallie, who was lying at the bottom of the ladder.
“Jeez Louise, woman. What a stupid way to die,” he said.
“No guts no glory,” Hallie snapped. “What a stupid way to live.”
Joe crouched down. “Does your mother know where you are?”
“I’m sure an arrangement could be made,” Hallie said, scowling. “She doesn’t have to know.”
“Yah - nothing salvageable there,” he said, cocking his head.
“Clean Up, Aisle Five!” the loudspeaker squawked.
“I gotta go,” Joe said.
“You’re Aisle Seven,” Hallie said.
“Damn! I know I thought of that FIRST!” he said, loping out.
“Jeez Louise, woman. What a stupid way to die,” he said.
“No guts no glory,” Hallie snapped. “What a stupid way to live.”
Joe crouched down. “Does your mother know where you are?”
“I’m sure an arrangement could be made,” Hallie said, scowling. “She doesn’t have to know.”
“Yah - nothing salvageable there,” he said, cocking his head.
“Clean Up, Aisle Five!” the loudspeaker squawked.
“I gotta go,” Joe said.
“You’re Aisle Seven,” Hallie said.
“Damn! I know I thought of that FIRST!” he said, loping out.
