Needy Greedy Love (Part 20)

"You'll remember me," Gunn said clear as the sky over Neptune even though he had no teeth or a tongue or much of a palate. "Do me a favor."

Thais rolled her eyes. "Okay. What?"

"When you bury us--"

"I'm going to set the place on fire to hide my criminal crime," Thais interrupted, "so the authorities may just decide to have you two cremated."

"Even better," Gunn said clear as the Texas sky after a really cool rain like on those old black and white shows like Death Valley Days. "Leave a typewritten note that says--"

"A note will burn up in the fire," Thais said hotly.

"Oh yeah," Gunn said, propping up his jawless face with the stump of the hand he had used in a vain attempt to stop all the bullets. "I just want my bone shards and fragments to hang out with Cat's guts for eternity. Is that going to be a problem?"

Thais put her foot down hard and gave herself shin splints. "Yes." Thais smiled then felt a piece of nastiness stuck between her teeth. She looked at Emily/Cat's body and frowned. I don't use used and bloody dental floss, she thought. She looked and saw something pointy in Emily/Cat's hand. She pried it loose with a vicious cracking sound and picked the nastiness out of her teeth.

"Ha ha ha," Thais said laughingly. "A thorn for Emily."

After turning on all the gas outlets in the house, and not knowing that the gas company installs all sorts of safety features so that kind of thing can't possibly happen--at least in America--Thais lit the little thorn and tossed it behind her as she left Gunn's mansion forever.

Afterward

Thais Knotts woke up in a barn in Flagstaff, Arizona, thirty-four months later with a baby girl on her chest.

Thais named her Rafe but would later nickname her Sparky.

How Thais got from the potpourri of brains in Podunk, Virginia, how she survived the blast that destroyed Gunn's mansion, and how she crawled 3,000 miles to this decrepit barn are the subjects of the next umpteen books in the thrilling series: Thais Knotts Ties the Not's of Love.

THE END

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