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. “Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss. “TROUSERS!” she whispered. She tried to be casual. “I wonder,” he said, “is there anything we could do to help you to get rid of him?” “Can you think of anything?” Anna answered. I’m sorry to hurt your feelings. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake.
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