“Except for me being a dishwasher,” Gus added. “Who the hell are you and what do you want?” she hissed at Shawn as soon as David was out of earshot. I’ll just clear up any loose ends with these gentlemen.”ĭavid gave her a questioning look, then turned and trotted toward the clubhouse. “Why don’t you go ahead and let the committee know I’ll be right in. It was hard for Gus to imagine this soft, sweet soul hurling knives in a traveling carnival. “Is everything okay, honey?” David’s voice quavered with concern. He reached for her hand, but she shoved it deeper into her purse. And yet her arms were still the same golden shade of tan. Her face, which had gone white just moments before, flared red with rage. She snatched her hand away and buried it deep inside her purse. Jessica realized it at the same time Gus did. That’s why he’d made Gus drive him down to the cart repair bay. Apparently it was just as efficient in removing spray-on tan as it was on motor oil. With a jolt, Gus realized that what Shawn had oozed onto her hand was not orange goo but Orange Goo, the grease remover used in mechanics’ shops. Wherever he rubbed, Gus could see brightly colored snakes emerging like chicks out of their eggs. Please, let me help get it off.”īefore she could pull her hand away, Shawn was rubbing at the spot with the tail of his untucked flannel shirt. “I am so sorry,” Shawn said as he pulled back his hands, revealing the squort of orange goo he’d squished onto the back of her hand. As he did, Gus heard a squooshing sound and saw Jessica staring at Shawn with a look of pure bafflement. She reluctantly extended a hand to him, and he took it in both of his. Shawn held out a hand to David, who took it and gave it a hearty shake. “On behalf of the entire Little Hills Country Club, on whose hallowed ground he will never be allowed to tread again.” “Please allow me to apologize for my dishwasher,” Shawn said.