She slipped on a white clingy imitation silk tee-shirt, a sexy number that Shari had bought on super-sale at the Limited. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. She shut the door behind her. "And me," added Mrs. . "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. She found Rhea trapped under a rock, her skeletal head exposed.
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