They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard. True to her nature, Cathy had already offered John snacks and drinks of water twice by the time Lucy bounded down the stairs at 3:58. The pistol, it was not loaded. “For better or worse. I’ll have to wait here, of course, which means you, Hilary—’ ‘Will have to do tomorrow’s patrol. ” Her father’s irony deepened. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. Folding his arms, he placed his back against the door, and burst into a loud laugh.
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