The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. ” Cathy ruffled Lucy’s curly hair. An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. The evil in his eyes towards her was explosive. The quarry had passed out into the open sea. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around.
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