The League of Berries and Laurels - Chapter 5 (Pt. IV)
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“But where are you going?” His wife asks.
“To fetch that son of ours, Francis, from Rosemont.”
“Francis? Francis, in Rosemont? What would Francis be doing in Rosemont? He isn’t due back from San Diego until tomorrow.”
“Drop this false care, woman. Are you naive, or worse yet sentimental? You know well it is the same as the last time.”
“That boy,” she breaks, into a simmering rage that calls the attention of all the kids.
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Out into the night does the car speed, skidding at the point of the street where it attempts to change the course of its fast frame. Considering all the risks of lobbying, or what the FBI would call bribery, Francis was rightly sent away, and Mr. Kerrigan, not feeling entirely beholden to red lights, although his work ensures that all will think twice upon them in future, takes the road he took this very week to sure up Rosemont’s say down state. The highways purified by salt and plow, the roadster travels at an intense, agitated, and dangerous clip until, exiting at Cicero, the car caroms onto I-90 after traveling the city brief. Francis can be seen blathering as a figure irately approaches the station, stopping his blathering when the handle of the station is testily tried, and all turn to see the incensed father of the inept son. They buzz him in.