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Dad is happy too.
I know the whole Santa Claus thing by now, but my sisters don’t. So I get to watch their faces light up with excitement when they see the presents under the tree.
Calista suddenly calls out, “Snowman!”
She drops her face down into the flour and lifts her head. I think she plans on having flour all over her face but instead it’s just her nose.
I’m afraid Dad is going to lose his mind… but he starts to laugh. In fact, he not only laughs, he starts throwing flour all over the kitchen!
We end up having a wild ‘flour fight’ and we skip baking cookies, then Dad ends up going to the grocery store and buying store made cookies and that’s probably the best Christmas story we ever had together…
“What?” Calista growled at Nelle.
Nelle came back to reality and thought about slapping Calista across the face. She held back. In a way, she understood it.
Calista and Thalia grew up closer. They were younger than Nelle. Nelle treated them with a motherly instinct and kept them close. To keep them as safe as she could. Even when everything wentbadNelle told Calista and Thalia to be close but not too close. That’s how Thalia ended up at a waitress as a pizza place and Calista as some kind ofwhoregroupie for wannabe musicians.
“Wipe your fucking nose,” Nelle said, feeling her voice finally start to crack.
It was officially time to bury her sister.
Nelle noticed the bikers right away.
They stood near a gravel path, all lined up, most of them dressed in full black, all of them wearing sunglasses and their cut-off leather jackets. They made her uneasy. She couldn’t fathom that Thalia had been involved with these guys…
Then again, Calista made a living by giving blow jobs to guitarists.
It was a quick funeral. Only a handful of people there. A sad ending to what ultimately was a sad life. Thalia was beautiful and deserved so much more. Now she was dead. Shot to death. Bullets meant for…
Nelle looked at the bikers again. She then turned her head and saw Calista staring at the small grave and headstone of their sister. They chose to have Thalia cremated so the grave was more symbolic than anything else.
Nelle nudged at Calista. Calista looked at her.
“Those guys over there,” Nelle whispered through gritted teeth.
Calista took Nelle’s hand and the two walked away. All told there was maybe five people there for Thalia. The rest were those looking for a story about the shooting. Reporters. Some police.
The bikers.
“What are they doing here?” Nelle asked Calista.
“I don’t know. I want to hurt them all. Do you know I deal with them too?”
“What?”
“Yeah. They…protect… the clubs, musicians and stuff.”
Nelle blinked fast. “So you’re involved with these guys? And then something goes wrong and Thalia ends up shot to death?”
“Are you blaming me for her murder?” Calista called out.
Loud enough that a few people looked.
“Calista, keep your voice down,” Nelle growled. “I’m trying to understand what happened and how to protect you. I need to know if this was an accident or not. Understand?”
Calista stepped back, now terrified. The wordsor notchanged everything. Not for a second did Calista think…
She shook her head. “It has to be them! It has to be!”
