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Sandy has it 'reined in.' I hope. |
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He opened the door. Sandy stood in the corridor, leaning back against the wall, holding Rhonda by the shoulders. The girl was slumped against her, head resting between her breasts. |
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'You save some water for us, pal?' |
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He stepped past them, and watched as Sandy pushed away from the wall and guided the girl into the bathroom. The door swung shut. |
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Trev hurried down the hallway. He averted his eyes from the closed door of the room where grandpa Chidi had worked his terrible magic. |
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In the master bedroom, he rid himself of the towel. He stepped into a pair of soft, dry corduroy pants belonging to the father. He put on socks and a pair of Reebok shoes that were slightly too large, then slipped into a flannel shirt. |
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He remembered that the woman in the kitchen was about Maureen's size. Maureen's clothes had been too small for Sandy. But the father's things should be about the right size. He gathered another pair of corduroy pants, a sweatshirt and socks. The man had a set of snake-skin cowboy boots in his closet. A smile worked its way across Trev's face as he picked them up. |
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They ought to suit Sandy just fine. |
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He carried his load through the hallway, and put it down by the bathroom door. |
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In another room, he found clothes for Rhonda: a |
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