![]() ![]() ![]() I'd been caught up in a lot of things, and getting kidnapped for a day (which was a month for everyone else because fairy queens can apparently do that), was only part of it. I hadn't heard from Stefan for months, not since Christmas, in fact. I had gotten the big stuffed dog for Stefan to go with the Mystery Machine paint job. In the driveway, Scooby- Doo looked out at me eagerly through a layer of dust on the windows of Stefan's usually meticulously tended bus. I got out of my car and walked up the sidewalk toward the front porch. He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals. just Stefan- able to talk Pok?mon in ASL with deaf boys, defeat nasty villains while locked up in a cage, then drive off in his VW bus to fight bad guys another day. ![]() The yard's neglect hadn't spread to the house's exterior yet, but I worried about the people inside. The last time I'd seen Stefan's house, it had fit right into his ritzy neighborhood. I pulled the Rabbit up to the curb and parked. The grass that remained was so dry that whoever had cut it wouldn't have to do it again unless someone started watering. ![]() Judging by the debris of dead grass in the yard, the lawn had been left to grow long enough that the city might have demanded it be mowed. It had been mowed, but only with an eye to trimming the length of the grass, not to making it aesthetically pleasing. UNDER THE GLARE OF STREETLIGHTS, I COULD SEE that the grass of Stefan's front lawn was dried to yellow by the high summer heat. ![]()
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