A magnificent brawl had begun in
the theater lobby.
"Stop! Stop!" Julia yelled, as she pulled herself up. "This isn't
worth it!" But every time one of them tried to stop fighting, someone
from the other side would clout them over the head, assault their shin
with a shoe, or engage in some other act of miscellaneous violence.
Denny finally managed to crawl away from the mob and stood up. He held
his side and smiled grimly: "Let's face it... Any coincidence between
this conspiracy and a real conspiracy is entirely accidental." At
least, that was what he meant to say, and would have, had not Tom
tackled him just after the word "is". The phrase stuck in Julia's
mind, reduced to essentials and repeating: "Any coincidence is... Any
coincidence is..."
"Is what?" Julia asked, as she crawled to the corner to get away from
the escalating melee. "Knowing that would solve everything."
She stood, watching Uncle Justin, one of the kindest men she had ever
known in her life, shove Kurt into a plastic, potted plant. In a
moment, Tom was on top of his cousin, swinging wildly.
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