My fretting about Soda was cut short by the sharp ring of our house phone.
I figured it was probably Darry or Two Bit."Hello?"
"Yes ma'am, do you know Mrs Sandra Prescott?"
"Sandy?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Yeah I know her. "
"I regret to inform you that she has passed. "
"Passed?" I repeated, slightly in shock.
"Yes her and the baby perished in a car crash this afternoon. "
I couldn't even response.
I knew that crash was no accident
It was a warning from Bob directed right for soda.
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