Instead, she hit me over the head with the empty bottle.
“OW!” I whelped. “Now what?”
“Now we wait,” she said, walking by me and then throwing herself in a patch of pachysandra across from the house with the open garage.
She hid really well.
I then heard a voice.
“Hide behind that sapling!” it commanded.
I was suddenly scared.
“W-who is t-t-t-t-t-hat?” I asked in a very scared voice.
The HR lady stood up from her hiding place.
“Me, you moronic dolt!” she yelled.
She threw herself back into the patch of pachysandra as I stared in wonder.
“NOW!” someone yelled.
“W-who is t-t-t-t-t-hat?” I asked in a very, very scared voice.
The HR lady stood up from her hiding place again.
“Me, you cyclonic idiot!” she screamed.
She threw herself back into the patch of pachysandra again as I stared in wonderment and awe.
Then I figured it out.
I ran across the street and hid behind the sapling.
The front door of the house now across the street opened and the couple appeared.
The tiny man and the woman ran across the grass, got into their car and sped away.
The HR lady rose from the pachysandra and shook her hands towards the sky in fury.
“THWARTED!” she bellowed.
I remained in my hiding place as she ran across the street, took a book of matches from a pocket and lit a match.
She flung the lit match towards the driveway and it caught on fire.
“See?” she said. “It’s the good stuff!”
Seconds later, the house imploded.
“Yep,” she said. “The REALLY good stuff.”
She pocketed the rest of the matches and walked away.
I waited a few minutes.
She was gone.
I trembled.
“What about me?” I asked no one.
I decided to remain hidden.
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