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Dorian knew something was happening.

Is Mommy sick? Am I in trouble? Did they find out something bad about Mom?

Or was it something even worse?

The second man in black opened the car’s side door. The car was so big, Dorian had to climb into it like it was a stepladder. He almost dropped the lunchbox.

Dorian sat in the backseat while the two men sat in the two front seats.

“Let’s boogie,” the one in the passenger seat said.

“Why do you always say that?”

“Say what?”

“‘Let’s boogie.’ It’s so stupid.”

“Will you just drive the goddamn car?”

“Hey, language! There’s a kid in the backseat.”

“Fine, will you just drive the gosh darn car, then?”

The big black car pulled out onto Main Street and they drove on for almost ten minutes. Throughout the whole trip the two strange men in the black suits were arguing about the phrase “let’s boogie.” It was a very odd debate between two grown men. However, the one in the passenger seat pled his case as he explained how boogie is a type of dancing, and in fact, dancing is a type of moving. Ergo what they needed to do was to move. It was simply a variation on “let’s get moving.”

Dorian wasn’t paying attention to any of this. He was too occupied on whether or not he was in trouble. Then he thought

JOHN GRAVAGLIA

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