Once Brian looked through the window and saw grandma hasting her walk and shuffling her feet as one carrying a heavy load, he slumped into the bed and feigned a deep sleep. He perceived she had seen the blood in the trunk of the car and was coming to query him.

It is the blood of a chicken Ella bought! No!

It is the blood of a mouse I killed earlier in the day!

No!

It is the blood of an auto-crash victim I helped!

Eh, no, no!

It is the blood ...