Day of Dread, Part Ten
Continued from Part Nine Snyder sat on a bench in the back of the prison van with Mama Borden. “Mama, you shouldn’t have come. Dread has no thought that isn’t evil.†“Anny, listen to me. I ain’t just some old lady. I may be pushin’ sixty—†“Mama, you’re sixty-seven.†“I can handle myself. I got…
