Michelle was laid onto the back seat, her head cradled in Lucy’s lap. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set. Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. "Have a little patience, Sir," rejoined the jailer.
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