Explain the concept of death very carefully to your child. This will make threatening him with it much more effective. —P. J. O'Rourke Like a giant faucet, our business simply turned off. We had been running at full speed, erasing all traces of the dead from Southern California, and with little more than a lost will we had crashed to a standstill. I was unprepared for the transition, as was the business, and we racked up a considerable amount of debt between us. Dirk was apparently doing fine through it all between his job as a sheriff and his wife's ample paycheck. I was like the grasshopper in that fable…playing in the warm sunshine, never believing that winter would come, while the diligent ants gathered food for the brutal months ahead. I had outspent myself, honestly believing that with the Public Guardian's office on our side we were riding a gravy train with biscuit wheels. Now that the train had jumped the tracks, I was fucking broke. And worse, I had dodged my bills for too long, setting them to the side to be paid off with future jobs, jobs that were no longer coming through the P.G.'s office.
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