Michael Malone - Weebly

in Evelyn Troyes's white front door that was set
between two flat Doric columns to which two brass
lanterns were attached. The lanterns matched the lamp
on the post at the end of her lawn, up which now
another of Mrs. O'Neal's nephews carried a cardboard
box filled with Marco's groceries. "Your family appears
to have staked out Elizabeth Circle as its territory. Isn't
that another one of your nephews with the groceries?"
Ramona pointed at the jaunty teenager, who had left the
radio on in his truck. The street music clashed with
gleaming white brick and manicured lawns.
"They're good boys," vouched Orchid.
Out on Cromwell Hill Road, Ramona spotted two
small women who walked a block ahead of the
approaching car; between the two loped a huge black
dog on a red leash. "Who's that with Pru? Stop.
Blow the horn, Orchid. Pru! Pru! Want a ride?
Take you to town.
Who's this? Hush, dog! Nothing to get so fired
about. Get down!"
Miss Lattice motioned Chin Lam to pull Night away
from the Firebird's roaring noise and walk him ahead