“You know, the one you keep tel-  
ling everyone is really the ‘Entrance  
to Hell’!” she said, using air quotes. 
     “I think that’s way better than   
the ‘Outer Office’,” I said, also using
air quotes.                            
     Once I got us inside, she got     
right down to business, after noticing 
the coffee machine, getting some, and  
sitting down to take a sip. “Now this  
is coffee,” she sighed.                
     “It’s good huh? Lots better than  
that crap we got. That doesn’t even    
taste like coffee,” I ranted.          
     Alicia let me go on and on for a  
few seconds, took another sip, and then
stopped me cold.                       
     “Cut the crap Criminal. What the  
hell have you been telling people about
that room?” she said, pointing to the  
* Entrance to Hell.                        
     “About what?” I asked innocently. 
     “Don’t smart-ass me on this one,  
Crim. I just want to know? I just want 
to be able to separate the rumours from
your crap. I know this room has a lot  
of them flying around about it,” she   
started to say, but I interrupted her. 
     “Like flies around a dead body?” I
said and tried to cackle evilly but    
failed miserably.                      
     “Please, Crim,” she pleaded. “I’ve
been to your farm and broken bread with
you and Beth. I love you guys. Now cut 
the crap and give me the real deal.    
Please!”                               
     “I’ve told people a lot of stuff,”
I said honestly. “Tell me what you’ve  
heard, and I’ll either deny it or      
confirm it. Fair enough?”              



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