All the floats and carriages were turning left to head back to Rampart Street. There was an after-party for the riders at a bar called Starlight by the Park I hadn’t planned on attending even before whatever it was I’d felt in front of Oz. As our carriage got to the corner, a drop of rain hit me in the forehead. The wind was picking up as well, and was getting colder. Lightning forked over the river, and a loud clap of thunder followed almost immediately on its heels. I just wanted to head home, and I needed to get going before the rain started. “Scotty, are you okay?” Mom asked as I climbed into the back of the carriage. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She grimaced a little as she examined my face. She can always tell when something’s wrong with me—it’s a little spooky. “Here.” She dug into the huge carpetbag she carried with her everywhere and pulled out a T-shirt with Devil’s Weed on the front and a pair of ratty sweatpants. “Put these on before you catch your death.”
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