The house looked the same--save for the broken tree poking inthrough the kitchen window, Sara Laughs had stood up to the storm verywell--but something was wrong. Al right, Ben, -403-said Doc. She was cal ed into a private conference J. Eveline could see that J.
I agreed that it was. The rain pounding on the tin roof overhead sounded loud as a steamboat letting off steam. There had to be a scrubbing after a death, she said, evenif the death didn't happen in the house itself. But you need to have a care.
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