"Just doin' my job."
"Yeah, like professional killjoy is somewhere on your resumé."
"Oh Carl", says Sarah, "Do give it a rest, will you? Christopher has done the right thing. Okay?"
"It's just on five", say I. "There might be something on the news. " And sure enough, it is the first announcement.
"A man has been found dead following a vehicle accident in New Westminster less than two hours ago. A high reading of alcohol has been detected in his blood, and foul play is not suspected. Found in his vehicle next to him were a baseball bat and what appear to be two house keys..."
"That is just so sad", says Sarah, who is suddenly crying. "That poor man. What a terrible thing to happen."
"Instant karma", says Carl.
"Yeah", affirms Jesús.
"How can the two of you both be so fucking callous", she is almost shouting.
"Sarah is right", I concur. turning on Oak Street to turn again on West Tenth."
"Hey, where are you going", says Carl.
There is a convenient space just on the right where I stop the car.
"Why are you stopping?" says Jesús.
"Look", say I, "Regardless of who he was or what he tried to do to us, the man is a human being, and we are going to pause here for two minutes of silence in his memory. Jesús, what was your landlord's name?
Yuri", he replies....
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