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don't care if that snake wraps itself around your neck, I'm telling you right now, I'm not staying to help." Diggery lived on a sad patch of parched and frozen hardscrabble. His double-wide trailer had rust stains running from top to bottom, with cankerous rot eating at the trailer floor. The piece of junk was set a foot off the ground on cinderblocks and was held together with duct tape. Grave robbing obviously didn't pay all that well. There were hardwoods behind the trailer. No leaves at this time of year, just barren, naked stalks of trees. It was late morning, but there was little light filtering through the thick gray cloud cover.
    "There's a back door on the other side," I said to Lula. "You take the back door, and I'll take the front door."
    "The hell I will," Lula said. "First off, I don't want no Diggery opening that door and knocking me on my ass trying to get to the woods. And second… well, that's all there is. There's no second. I'm going in behind you, so I can be first out if the snake s there." There was no answer when I knocked on the door, but then I hadn't expected an answer. The little Diggery’s were in school. The big Diggery’s were probably picking through Dumpsters, looking for lunch. I pushed the door open and cautiously looked inside. I flipped a switch by the door and a forty-watt bulb blinked on in what might pass for the living room. I stepped in and listened for rustling, slithering sounds.
    Lula stuck her head in and sniffed the air. "I smell snake," she said. I didn't know what a snake smelled like, but I suspected it was a lot like a Diggery.
    "Snoop around and see if you can find something that tells us where Simon is working," I said to Lula. "A pay stub, a matchbook, a map with a big orange X on it."
    "We should have brought rubber gloves," Lula said. "I bet this place is covered with snake spit."
    "The snake stuff is getting old," I said to her. "Could you back off from the snake stuff?"
    "Just trying to be vigilant. If you don't want me reminding you to be careful, hey, okay by me. You're on your own."
    Lula opened a closet door and a mop fell out at her.
    "Snake!" Lula screamed. "Snake, snake, snake!" And she ran out of the trailer. I looked out at Lula. "It was a mop."
    "Are you sure? It looked like a snake to me."
    "It was a mop."
    "I think I wet my pants."
    "Too much information," I said to her.
    Lula crept back into the trailer and looked at the mop lying on the floor. "Scared the bejeezus out of me," she said.
    We made our way through the living area and the kitchen. We looked through a tiny bedroom that was stacked with bunks. We opened the door to the master bedroom and there it was… the snake. It was curled on the bed, and it was looking at us with lazy snake eyes. It had a lump in its throat that was about the size of the family dog, or maybe a small Diggery. I was paralyzed with fear and horror and gob-stopping fascination. My feet wouldn't move, and I could barely breathe.
    '"We're disturbing him," Lula whispered. "We should leave now and let him finish his breakfast."
    The snake swallowed and the lump moved six inches farther down its throat.
    "Oh crap," Lula whispered.
    And next thing I knew, I was in my car.

"How did I get in the car?" I asked Lula.
    "You let out a shriek and ran out of the trailer and all the way here. I bet I got footprints on my back where you ran over me."
    I slouched in my seat and concentrated on getting my heart to stop racing. "That wasn't a snake. Snakes aren't that big, are they?"
    "It was the snake from hell. It was a motherfucking mutant reptile." Lula shook her finger at me. "I told you we didn't want to go in there. You wouldn't listen." I was still shaky enough that I had to two-hand the key to get it in the ignition. "Took me by surprise," I said.
    "Yeah, me too," Lula said. "Do I get my lunch now?" I dropped Lula at the office and looked at my watch. It was a little after one. I had more skips sitting in my bag, waiting to get found,