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"I still own that cottage out past Erwin, but heaven knows don't say anything to Marjorie about it." I was out to lunch at the local deli with Joseph, well before he killed my dog. We were hand-feeding each other reuben sandwiches as had become the custom in that time.... "Why would you keep that a secret?" I grumbled through a bite of corned beef, sauerkraut, and Russian dressing covered in melted Swiss cheese on toasted rye bread. Josef's fingers lingered in my mouth after presenting me the bite. It was difficult to speak and even more difficult to discern what exactly he was up to. He settled on one of my back teeth. "Ah, here we go," he said. "This one's rotted to the core." Not long after that lunch my teeth did, in fact, start to fall out, one by one. And on the day I lost my last tooth, I found Jude's dead body in the creek. "I thought you were a doctor, not a dentist?" I asked, annoyed, when Josef finally removed his hand from my mouth. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/myspace/support