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Me: Tell them you don't know anything about it.
Her: But I don't!
Me: Good. Whatever they say, you know nothing. You haven't seen me in days. If they find my prints in your car, it's because I borrowed it last month, okay?
Her: Prints? Do you mean fingerprints? What on earth have you--
Me: Gotta go. Thanks for letting us borrow the car. I'll make it up to you. Bye.
When I walked into the living room, Cortez was standing in front of the television, flipping through channels.
"TV," I said as I collapsed onto the sofa. "Great invention. The perfect mindless antidote for a hellish day. So what's on?"
"Night of the Living Dead."
" Ha-ha."
"I'm quite serious."
He turned back a few channels and stopped on a black-and-white image of the moaning undead lurching around a farmhouse.
"Kinda looks familiar," I said. "Haven't I seen this before?"
"Yesterday," he said. "In the funeral home."
"No, that's not it. Those undead were much scarier. And they didn't lurch. Well, Cary did, but only 'cause he was kind of squashed. Hmmm, where have I seen this? Ghouls surrounding a house, trapping the inhabitants within, refusing to leave. Wait! That's my front lawn. Look, there's a naked woman! Bet she's a Wiccan."
Cortez chuckled. "I'm glad you can laugh about it."
I hesitated, then glanced over at him. "You know, if this gets to be too much ... I mean, this isn't quite the nice, easy court case you probably imagined. I'd understand if you wanted to back out."
"And miss all the fun?" He shot a crooked grin my way. "Never."
We looked at each other a moment, then he quickly turned to the TV and started channel-surfing.
"No, wait," I said. "Go back to the movie. I could use some light entertainment. Flesh-eating zombies might be just the ticket."
He returned to the old movie, then glanced from the recliner to the couch, as if trying to decide where to sit. I gestured at the other end of the sofa. He nodded and sat beside me.
"What're we watching?" Savannah said, bouncing into the room wearing her nightgown.
"Paige and I are watching Night of the Living Dead. You are going to bed."
"I just conjured a cemetery full of spirits. I think I'm old enough to watch a horror movie." She plopped into the recliner. "Do we have chips or anything?"
"You think I've been shopping lately?" I said. "Pretty soon we'll be down to pickles and preserves."
"Are those the zombies?" she said. "Talk about lame."
"It's an old film," I said. "The special effects aren't very advanced."
"What special effects? That's a guy with mascara smeared under his eyes. I've seen scarier people at the mall."
"Did Paige tell you to go to bed, Savannah?" Cortez said.
"Oh, fine," she said. "It's a dumb movie anyway."
She flounced from the room. A few minutes later, I sighed.
