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place poker in one hand while her other hand pressed a washcloth to her lacerated thigh. |
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Denise picked up the spear she'd taken from Lou's back. |
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Maureen, with her tire iron, hobbled toward the window on her bandaged feet. |
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Kara got to it first. She pressed her face against the glass. 'I think it's Mom and Dad!' She dropped her poker and rushed to the front door. |
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'Someone's getting out,' Tom said. |
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The girl unlocked the door, threw it open and left the house. |
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Denise ran after her. She found Kara standing just outside the door, eyes on the big, dark shape of a man dashing through the sprinklers with a knife. |
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Denise recognized him. John Foxworth, all right. And he didn't look black. |
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'I think it's OK,' she said as Tom and Maureen came out. |
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John threw away his knife. He opened his arms. Kara leaped from the top of the stoop. Somehow, he managed to stay on his feet when he caught her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. |
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While they embraced, Denise saw a woman hurrying across the lawn. She recognized the dress first. It was the slinky, one-armed gown with the slit up its side. The dress that Lynn had felt so uncertain about wearing. |
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