"Carole was our conscience, Lacey. She made us whole and kept us on track. What will happen to us without her?"
"I'll tell you what'll happen. You and I will become the Terrible Two. We'll make those fuckers wish on the hell they come from that Sister Carole Hanarty was still alive to rein us in. They think they've seen trouble today? They haven't seen a goddamn thing."
She thought she saw him smile as he closed his eyes and slipped deep into daysleep.
"Hey!" Considine called from the other side of the atrium. "The elevator's still working."
"Give us half a minute," Lacey said.
She held her uncle tighter and rocked him like a baby.
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