From the author: The Jolly Duckie
The Jolly Duckie
The next evening, after an early shift, I brought my discovery of arson materials to Jasmine fully expecting a fight. She would tell me we’d be better off investigating the post office, probably, or some little old lady with a mysterious bowling trophy. But no, she listened to me describe the gas cans in lurid, exaggerated detail, and nodded once. “I need to see it.”
In order to be sneaky, we drove past Chi Theta and parked on College Street, which ironically...