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Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

“So that’s it, huh,” Shane said following my brother as he tried to gather himself.  “You’re just gonna walk off, to Hell with everybody else?” 

 

“So you and Daryl, that’s your big plan,” Lori said, crossing her arms over her chest, trying her best to make Rick feel guilty—it was too bad for her that I just wasn’t in the mood to hear her lip either.

“You,” I pointed in her direction and her eyes went wide.  “shut your mouth, it was you that put your husband up to this… you might as well have served him to the walkers on a silver serving tray.”

 

Chapter Twelve

 

~Andrea Bell~

All four women—Jacqui, Amy, Andrea and Carol—looked up as I approached, each of them giving me a timid smile, well except Andrea who seemed to have taken her Prozac this morning and was beaming at me. 

What a strange woman.

 

As we worked our way through the astonishing pile of clothes Jacqui looked over to where Shane had just fallen on his ass in the water.  “I’m beginning to question the division of labor.” 

“Can someone explain to me why the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?”  Andrea piped in a minute later, but I seriously couldn’t help but laugh…Shane, he just looked so silly all soaking wet and hollering like a drowning cat.