closed, instantly dead.
* * *
Lizzy waddled next to the UPS man, put a hand on his arm. ?You?re sure that?s him??
Andrew took off the UPS hat, wiped his forehead, and nodded. ?Yes. I remember him coming out of the cargo container. I?ll never forget that face.?
She nodded, rested her hands on her giant stomach. Lizzy was huge, the green maternity dress barely covering her belly. She noticed Andrew?s face. It looked blank or maybe a little confused. ?You okay??
?I don?t know,? Andrew said.
?Killing someone is hard. It changes everything.?
Andrew said, ?It had to be finished.?
?I know,? Lizzy said. ?Now let?s hurry, like we planned. People heard the shots, and the cops will be coming.?
?Right. Yeah.? He tossed the UPS hat and jacket into the apartment on top of the body. He wiped the pistol with a handkerchief and tossed it inside too.
Lizzy asked, ?Did you wipe the bullets??
Andrew nodded. ?Before I loaded the gun.?
?Good.?
So it was finally ending. Lizzy sighed. Relief. So much had happened these last months. Andrew had insisted on using his mob contacts. They kept their eyes and ears open until they located the object of Andrew?s revenge.
And Andrew had had his revenge. It wasn?t sitting well with him. Lizzy was glad. Let this be the end to blood. She rubbed her stomach again. There was too much in their future for them to build a life on blood and debts of revenge.
She hooked her arm through Andrew?s, led him downstairs and out of the building. ?Remember, walk slowly. Don?t draw attention.?
?Right.?
?Will you go back to school now??
Andrew shook his head.
?It?s okay,? Lizzy said. ?We?ll figure something out.?
She was the last Cornwall, heir to a fallen house in a drowned city. They had no home, only freedom and possibilities. Andrew would bring his mandolin. Maybe they could head west. She?d always been curious about California.
Anyway, wherever they ended up, there would be love and family and music.
?Oh!? She stopped suddenly, eyes round with surprise.
?What?? Panic on Andrew?s face.
?He kicked,? Lizzy said. ?A really hard one. Maybe he?ll be a dancer.?
?Or a football player.?
Lizzy frowned.
?Tell you what,? Andrew said. ?We?ll let him figure it out for himself.?
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