“I know you love me,” Harvey said and telegraphed a frozen gaze of infatuation that hit Ellie like a meringue pie made of chiffon and sequins – neither one wanted by itself, he thought, and most certainly not wanted together.
Ellie thought about the dilemma Harvey had presented him for a moment. Should he chase him away from his aunt’s house, should he reason with Harvey, or should he try to murder him? It’d be so easy, Ellie thought – no one here at the house, and even if they were, no one would really be able to see him do it. It’d be so natural.
But then conscience hit Ellie hard on the head. Harvey had been so kind, so loyal, so faithful all these years they’d been together. He’d never let Ellie down, not in his worst moments, not even when he’d disappointed Harvey. The big guy deserved a lot better than having his neck wrung in Auntie Vee’s cellar.
“Harvey,” Ellie said, his mind made up. “Let’s you and me go for a walk. Outside. We have to talk.”
“Okay, but you know I’ll never, never, ever leave you.”
Outside they went, Ellie keeping his eyes on Harvey the whole time. And when they got to the street, Harvey looked left … then looked right … and then his rabbit ears jumped up and down and he hopped over to the other side in a jiffy.
Ellie didn’t see the potato chip truck barreling down the street, and it flattened him dead.
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