Orphan of Creation
“Christmas was only a few days away now, and that was a deadline for everything. It was unspoken, obvious, that Aunt Jo would want her house back by then. Besides, everyone was eager to get home themselves. The plan was for the team to be packed out, lock, stock, and bones, by the 24th.Grossington had declared the job of excavation complete, and no one was ready to argue. They had: a single one-hundred percent complete skeleton, Ambrose; three skeletons with only one or two bones each missing an...d presumed decayed away; and the last, Tail-End Charlie, seventy percent complete, most of his leg bones apparently destroyed when the road gullied out and a flash flood washed into his grave decades before. There was nothing left to find. The first of the grads and ‘terns were already heading back home—each of them sworn to secrecy, each a potential leak. That was the pressure now, for digging up bones was just the first step. Livingston looked over his shoulder, back at the house and the cellar full of bones.MoreLess
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