“No offense, really,” said Becky suddenly, sounding more like her real self. “I hope you won’t carry on that tradition, Mark.” She stood up. “And another word of advice. Sell those necklaces of yours or keep them away from your house. Do something, Mark. Some bad luck they were.”
“Aw, Becky.” Logan too stood up. He brushed the dirt off his shorts, and the entire group started walking. “Come on, man,” he told her. “You saw Andrew. He destroyed the evil bat.”
“It’s just… I don’t know. John was shrinking fast even when Andrew was crushing him… You really think he’s dead?”
They looked at one another in horror.