“Son, you didn’t tell me your roommate was a frogman,” Dad quipped.
I died a thousand deaths as my face turned scarlet. I wasn't sure how to respond to such an insensitive crack. To my relief, my new companion laughed. He turned off the machine and removed the mask.“Mon ami, I see you have warn your sire that you now share quarters with a French spy,” he chuckled.
There are now two ways to read The Beasts of Hank's Wood.