“The doorbell rang. My long lost cousin Martika came to visit me. “What’ve you been doing?” she asked. I pointed to the stereo and said: “Listening to Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier and increasing my intelligence. What about you?” “You are so… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“You’re talkin’ ‘bout the deaths at the high school, huh?” I nodded and waited to be let in, and then I would ask to… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“The doorbell rang. My long lost cousin Martika came to visit me. “What’ve you been doing?” she asked. I pointed to the stereo and… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“I’ll admit to not sleeping at all that first night, when the late night news announced her death. She should’ve gone to the police… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“No need to be sarcastic,” he said. “How can you not be sarcastic in this pharmacy you call a school?” — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“Puns are the lowest form of humor,” he proclaimed the cliché proudly. “Shakespeare used puns,” I observed. “You are not Shakespeare.” I had to… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“That’s right. Ain’t no crime to have a teddy bear in your toolbox.” — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“You’re on your way to medical school, aren’t you?” I asked. “Right! And out of this punk town forever!” “It isn’t a bad punk… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
“This is the second journal that we found in the box – we being Hamish and Chandral. We wished we hadn’t found it, of… — Hamish De'Lamet Copy Share Image
