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“What?” Huck and Grant both snapped at the same time.
The rest of the crew eating at the table stopped to stare at Grant.
“Huh?” Cary mumbled over a bit of sausage, the only one who was actually still munching away. “What’s what?”
“Uh, what, uh, what is that? Over there, that no one else… right.” Smiling sheepishly, Grant got up and started scooting toward the door. “I’ll be right back. Just gotta, uh, go handle things. Some, uh, things.”
Huck followed after Grant into the hallway, no doubt seeking somewhere they could talk, but he noticed that Precipitation wasn’t coming. “Hey! Sip! Dude. You can’t just drop crazy news like that and then not tell us what you know.”
“In a minute.” Precipitation was focused again on Cary’s mouth working around that sausage patty.
Desperate to get Precipitation’s attention, Huck said, “I got to swallow come.”
“Oh? Really?”
“Really, really.”
“Okay, fine!” Precipitation huffed, picking up his skirts and leaving the table. “Now, by swallow, I’m assuming you mean things went into your mouth and then through you?”
“Nope. Totally swallowed it.” Huck shrugged. “Couldn’t figure out where the hell it went.”
“Fascinating! And how exactly did you happen to swallow it, hmm? I mean, I have my imagination, but I crave sordid details…”
“Your imagination is just gonna have to do, Sip.”
“You are such a tease.”
Grant was turning all sorts of lovely red colors as he led the way back to his room, and he let out a loud sigh once he shut the door behind them. Precipitation made a point to melt through the wall so he could strut over to the bed and stretch out across the mattress in a provocative pose while Huck had simply slipped in behind Grant.
“Okay, so.” Grant rubbed his face. “Janice is Myrna’s daughter? The crazy hotel owner who totally tried to sleep with Finn?”
“I don’t suppose you could ask him?”
“Maybe later. Breakfast didn’t seem like the right time to springhey, did the owner of the hotel solicit you for sex?”
“Wow!” Precipitation pursed his lips. “I’ve missed a lot, haven’t I?”
“Hi.” Grant waved. “Precipitation, right? I’m Grant. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Precipitation Per Chance, yes. The pleasure is all mine, sweetie.”
“You’re the one who pinched me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. You’re welcome.”
Grant seemed to ignore that and continued, “Can you please tell me what you know about Myrna and Janice? Were they somehow involved in the cult?”
“I don’t recall the seventies very well to be honest.” Precipitation hummed for a moment. “I spend most of my time trying to remember myself and everything else sort of fades away. I know it was around then that Myrna had her little bundle of joy, so perhaps they were… Let’s see. Paisley was also very popular, there were lots of drugs… Ah, yes! The cult!”
“So, you do remember?” Huck pressed.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Precipitation beamed. “Such lovely people. So cheerful, loved to have these fun chants and sing all hours of the night. I miss them in a way. They were so charming.”
Huck made a face.
“What?” Precipitation pouted. “Obviously not after the killing bits. That came later.”
“Were they really trying to talk to the Thing?”
