My Brother My Sister
Mr. Dirk had done a good job on cousin Danny. Both Curt and I agreed on this point. The mortician hadn't had much to work with, either. Danny had tipped his motorcycle over, sideways, at 70 miles per hour. He'd skidded nearly 100 yards on the side of his face before coming to a sudden stop against a railing alongside a culvert. His bike was just twisted metal, and Danny's face was pretty much human hamburger. One of the cops on the scene is rumored to have puked, sick to his stomach from...