Gristman's backyard,where her ancient poodle, Claude, had dotted the snow with little pilesof shit. His head snapped up and he stared at her, his eyes as hard and bright asamber beneath the ledge of his brows. God almi My! Did you know they were having trouble? She made one of her faces. But I have to go out with the search party- No, Paul, I'm going out.
Theside door to the garage was unlocked and let her into a space that wasdisgustingly neat and clean. Honey, who brought you home? she asked. It's true, she said, restlessly walking around the cozy bedroom withits soft pink walls and Beatrix Potter details. All the neighborhood women are taking turns.
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