Beth usually got up with me and   
made coffee, unless she’d been up late,
but other than the bunnies, last night 
was a quiet night for her.             
     She was in the kitchen singing    
that song that used to frustrate the   
hell out of me, because I couldn’t     
figure out what it was.                
     Alicia answered after two rings,  
“Hello,” and I could tell she was in   
her car.                               
     “Hey Allie. It’s me, Crim,” I said
pleasantly, and then asked for some    
time off because of what happened.     
     “Was that you!? I saw that on the 
news last night, and it’s on the radio 
right now. Here, listen.”              
     I could almost hear the radio in  
the background, but then it got louder.
     “...this mysterious person is? The
* license plates were missing from the     
car that caused the accident, and so   
far, the police haven’t released the   
driver’s name. The first officer on the
scene did arrest the driver and pas-   
senger of the car that was hit, but no 
word yet on what the charges were.”    
     “See,” Alicia said after turning  
the radio down, “and everyone’s all    
worked up about it too. One of the TV  
guys even called you a psycho driver.” 
     “Psycho driver?” I asked, and then
heard Beth start to laugh in  the      
kitchen.                               
     “Psycho driver,” she said and     
laughed some more.                     
     The song Psycho Killer started    
playing in my head, and I even started 
humming along with it.                 



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