Chapter 135

“Get out!” he cries again, and this time he whirls around, arms waving, hands slapping at those who have ventured closest to him. Children scatter away like flies. “You think this is funny? Get the hell out of here, get out!”

Footsteps race down the hall, thunder up the stairs, laughter lingering in their wake. “Jeez, calm down,” I say. Caitlin gives me an arched look but I shake my head, we’ve pushed him too far. With some difficulty, the smile slips from her face. Crossing the room, I start, “Ray, really—”