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'Thank God,' he said again. |
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'Are you and Mrs Foxworth all right?' |
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'Fine. We're fine. It's insane around here, but . . . we're holding on. Nothing's happened at the house?' |
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'No. But look, I have to tell you something. My boyfriend's here. Tom? I didn't mention it before, but . . . anyway, Lynn said it'd be OK if he came over.' |
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'It was after the rain started, but . . .' |
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'Oh, my God. He didn't get wet?' |
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'Well, yeah. But he's OK now. Nobody got hurt. He got . . . washed off, and he was fine.' |
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'Yeah. You know the rain? At least with Tom, he stopped being crazy once it was cleaned off. He was just the same as usual.' |
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John gazed at the phone. His mind seemed to be reeling. |
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They had a guy with them. He must've come in crazy, maybe even attacked them. But they were OK. They hadn't been hurt. And somehow, the black stuff had been washed off and he'd returned to normal. |
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