Quote by Alyssa Day

“A man named Lucky walked into my pawnshop carrying a skull and a pie tin. The skull was not in the pie tin, to be fair, but it was not the kind of thing I took in for pawn, either. It was human. "Please tell me that's fake," I said, torn between competing impulses to clutch my head or call the sheriff. Lucky, who had a super cute, blue-eyed, blond-haired, boy-next-door thing going on, but with muscles that showed he just happened to be ex-Special Forces, squinted at me. "No, it's not fake, it's the pan from the pecan pie you baked for Molly last week. She asked me to drop it by." I took a long, deep, breath. "No. The skull. Please tell me the skull is fake. Halloween decoration you want to pawn, maybe?" He laughed. "Oh. Sorry. No, it's real. I'm on my way to find the sheriff and thought I'd drop off your pan. I didn't want to leave the skull in the car because what if someone broke into my car and stole it?" I stared at him for a moment, because what were the odds that someone would: 1) break into his car, and 2) break into his car at the exact time there happened to be a skull in it, and 3) break into his car at the exact time there happened to be a skull in it and decide to steal the skull.”

Quote by Alyssa Day