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Judy and Marvis Clementine live in a small, modest house. Paintings of ducks line the hallways of their slightly run-down yet cheery craftsmen house. Judy, wearing a hand-knit vest and Dutch clogs, apologizes for not having real coffee. “I hope instant is okay,” she says. “We don’t have that fancy stuff like you do in New York.” Marvin sits in a recliner next to his ham radio. “I can’t get him off that thing,” says Judy, rolling her eyes. Marvin is 6’2” and almost as wide, His large belly folds three times as he sits down. He has ruddy cheeks and looks like he could play a mall Santa with no trouble. Marvin says, “It’s weird right? You move to the mountains of Wyoming to get away from it all, not to be witness to a blood bath.”
Judy says, “I knew something was wrong with that family when they didn’t use herbs from their own garden,” she says. “Marvin told me I was being too critical but I just knew.”
“She always knows,” says Marvin. “Some call her a busy body, I call it a special power.” Marvin comes from six generations of novelty magic shop owners, struggling to keep his shop alive in a world where big box magic stores have taken over. The suspect came into the shop once or twice, once buying a whoopee cushion, the next time a collapsable wand. “It seemed strange,” said Marvin. “But magic code says you never question someone.”
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