One of the stall doors opened unexpectedly, a woman still determinedly yanking leggings up over a little girl’s plump legs, the girl’s feet leavin... the ground completely at the zenith of each tug. The woman looked at me suspiciously.“Don’t leave unattended luggage,” I said. “Report anything suspicious.”The woman’s eyes grew wide and she hustled the girl out quickly. Once again, I checked under the stall doors, but unless Summer had found a pair of old flats, some tatty flip-flops, brand new. After we finished with the last man I told Cat and Sam to rest while I went over by the gate. The Legate was there with several mages and the lieutenant I had recognized from earlier.The mages were telling them that they could not stop the animation of the dead because it was tied somehow to the Keep and was too strong. The Legate shook his head, “this means fire and I hate that. It always gets out of hand.”I looked at the Keep then back to Legate Abrams, “mind if I take a look?”He looked back. I requested an eight ball which he told he had had ready to me whenever I was free to stop by. I drove to Conch’s place and he let me in. It was dark inside with only one lonely light on in the corner of the room. “What do you need an eight ball for and where did you get the money for it?” Conch asked.“I'm moving and need enough to hold me over until I can find a new connect. And don't worry about where I got the money.”The truth was I only had sixty dollars which Javier had given me but I. The three then began playing one of the most moving renditions of that ballad with a wailing harmonica that I had ever heard. They came back around after the intro had been played and Chuck nudged me on one side and Lisa did me on the other. They both nodded toward the microphones. Tears were streaming down my face as I began singing, “Summertime, and the living is easy.”I sang, they played and I kept crying. The emotion of the past forty-eight hours was more than I could hold. They played the.