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'He won't look nearly as scary once he's cleaned up a little,' Denise said, and gently rubbed the wad of damp paper across his forehead. He didn't stir. In the wake of the towels, his skin looked clean and pale. She wiped his right cheek and jumped as the telephone rang. |
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'I'll get it,' Kara blurted. |
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'No, I will.' She lurched to her feet and dropped the towels. |
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'I bet it's Mom and Dad.' |
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'Probably. You watch him.' She ran for the kitchen. The phone rang three more times before she got to it. 'Hello?' |
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'Denise? It's John. Is everything all right there?' |
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She heard him sigh into the phone. 'Well, look, I don't know what's going on but people are going nuts outside. It apparently has something to do with the rain. The rain's black out there. We just had three people go crazy and come into the restaurant and kill some people.' |
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'My god,' Denise muttered. |
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It isn't just Tom, she thought. She'd felt sure that he wasn't to blame, but knowing that other people had also gone crazy made her feel better about him. |
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'Are you and Lynn OK?' she asked. |
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'We're fine. But we're stuck in here. I don't know when we might get out. We'll get home as soon as we can, but it might not be for hours. I just don't know. We have to stay until the rain stops.' |
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