Chapter 19

Phil shuddered, smiled up at me, and said, “My dear, we’ll always have Paris.”

Of course, you know that cracked me up. I was still laughing as we stood up, and Finn and Burk came running back into the office. Burk’s face when he saw he holding Phil was a mix of shock, anger, fear, and softness. I had to look away.

Phil shook himself to stop shaking, I swear that’s what he did. Then he stood taller and said, “I’ll go check on my house guests, A.K.A. Grandma and…fuck it, Phil Junior. No, wait, Helga and Hans.”

I caught his gaze and grinned. He made a face I can’t describe, but went to check on them anyway.

Finn said meekly, “Didn’t Edgar Allan Poe write a poem about bells?”