![]() ![]() I spent a couple years galloping around looking for lichen and fantasizing about boy reindeer. “When I was a little girl I wanted to be a reindeer-the flying kind. I hear the police are real picky about having things sticking out of your trunk." "Hold on," Lula said, pulling a red flowered scarf from her coat pocket, tying the scarf on Harp's foot like a flag. We carefully closed the lid on Harp's knees and secured the lid with a piece of rope Lula had in her trunk. Harp had full rigor and wouldn't bend, so we put him in the trunk headfirst with his legs sticking out. "Forget about the runs and help me with this body!" Lula grabbed hold of the head end of the blanket, and I grabbed hold of the foot end. ![]() "I'm gonna definitely have the runs," Lula said. No matter how much violent death I saw, I would never get used to it. I jumped back, squeezed my eyes closed tight and exhaled. I spread the blanket on the ground beside Elliot Harp, took a deep breath, hooked my fingers around his belt and rolled him onto the blanket. "I suppose that'd be all right," Lula said. Then we could pick him up without actually touching him." "How about your blanket? We could wrap him up in the blanket. “ "This won't be so bad," I said to her, making an effort at convincing myself. ![]()
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