They talked a lot during mini golf, Stewart not the least surprised Howard invited him.
The gap in their social contact had been lengthy.
Howard allowed his brain to think Stewart was simply happy he was buying the 18 holes and a large slush, then tucked that thought away. It would only lead to larger, more negative thoughts.
Stewart watched his mouth around the many kids, halting before profanity leaked.
Stewart had a conscience.
That was sweet. But not enough to sway Howard.
Stewart would die tonight.
Howard would have an alibi and live happily with his slightly guilty conscience.
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Howard's hatred of Stewart has seared his conscience.