Chapter 18
- Erick
- Seagulls. Those nasty little things.
- If I could only get my hands on one of those damn brats! Yeah, as if that would be of any help. You cut off one, and a thousand take its place. Ah, the benefits of having a beach house. I didn't need an alarm clock. These damn pests did a fine job of waking you up at three o’clock in the morning.