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Authors: Vickie McKeehan

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Co
r
d
f
ollo
we
d h
e
r
acr
oss
the
c
ompound list
e
ning
a
s the
p
er
k
y
A
b
b
y
c
h
a
tt
e
d on
a
nd on, listing
the
a
nim
a
ls th
e
y
h
a
d in
re
sid
e
n
c
e
.

She
f
in
a
l
l
y
stopp
e
d in
f
r
o
nt of
a
house
w
ith a
lo
n
g po
rc
h,
a
n old
-
fa
shion
e
d
s
w
ing
crea
ki
n
g
in the
b
ree
z
e
.

Her
e
w
e
g
o.
I

ll p
r
o
b
a
b
l
y
s
e
e
y
ou l
a
t
e
r
w
h
e
n
K
e
e
g
a
n sho
w
s
y
ou
ar
ound.
I

m
w
o
r
ki
n
g
the
w
ee
k
e
n
d shi
f
t. M
ea
n
w
hil
e
,
e
nj
o
y
y
o
ur
d
a
t
e
.
B
y
the
w
a
y
,
the
blue
tulips,
awe
some
tou
c
h
.

She
g
a
ve
him a
thumbs
-
up si
g
n
a
s she
b
ac
k
-
p
e
d
a
l
e
d.


I
s
e
v
e
r
y
thi
n
g
p
ar
t of
the
public
dom
a
in in this t
o
w
n
?


P
re
t
t
y
mu
c
h.
Y
ou

ll
g
e
t
us
e
d to it,”
A
b
b
y
muttered
ov
e
r
h
e
r
should
e
r
.
J
ust
a
s Co
r
d
g
ot to the
po
rc
h st
e
ps, the
door
f
l
e
w
o
p
e
n.

G
uinn
e
ss shot p
a
st
Ke
e
g
a
n so h
e’
d be
t
h
e
f
i
r
st o
n
e
to g
e
t Co
r
d

s
a
tt
e
ntion.
A
sm
a
ll
e
r
m
a
n mi
g
ht h
a
ve
b
ee
n bo
w
l
e
d
ov
er
, but not Co
r
d.
H
e
b
e
nt do
w
n, l
e
t his big
h
a
n
d
s s
cr
ub the
d
o
g

s h
ea
d
a
nd
ear
s.
A
nd
w
h
e
n
he
look
e
d up
a
t
K
ee
g
a
n
st
a
nding
in the
doo
r
w
a
y
a
ll the
t
e
nsion
a
nd st
re
ss h
e’
d bottl
e
d up
fe
ll
aw
a
y
.

She
wa
s d
re
ss
e
d
ca
s
u
a
l
l
y
in a
p
a
ir
of
j
e
a
ns
a
nd a
c
r
opp
e
d
g
r
e
e
n top, h
e
r
h
a
ir
still sli
g
ht
l
y d
a
mp
a
nd b
ra
id
e
d d
o
w
n
h
e
r
b
ac
k. She
loo
k
e
d like
the
b
r
i
g
ht spot in his oth
erw
ise
h
a
rr
i
e
d
d
a
y
.

“H
i,
I
tho
u
g
ht
I
h
e
a
r
d voi
ce
s out h
e
r
e
.”


W
e
took the
sho
r
t
c
ut,
I
think.”
H
e
wa
l
k
e
d up the
st
e
ps, pl
a
nt
e
d a
c
h
a
ste
kiss on h
e
r
lips, tilt
e
d his h
ea
d do
w
n
war
d
a
nd st
are
d
a
t h
e
r
e
y
e
s.

H
i.”

“H
i. Come
on in.”

H
e
f
ollo
we
d
h
e
r
into a
ti
d
y
, but liv
e
d-in
r
e
c
t
a
n
g
u
l
a
r
r
oom
w
ith
c
h
e
e
r
y
, p
a
s
t
e
l-blue
p
a
int on the
wa
lls.
T
he
blue
b
l
e
nd
e
d
we
ll
w
ith the
b
r
o
w
n l
ea
th
e
r
so
f
a
a
nd
c
o
m
f
y
rec
lin
er
.
T
h
e
r
e
we
r
e so
f
t
fe
minine
tou
c
h
e
s
a
r
o
und the
r
oom, pillo
w
s
fr
ill
e
d
w
ith l
ac
e
a
nd s
c
a
llop
e
d
e
d
g
e
s.
O
n
e
e
nti
r
e
wa
ll sho
wca
s
e
d
a
v
a
r
i
e
t
y
of
sh
e
lls
fr
om st
arf
ish to
s
a
nd doll
ar
s b
e
hind
g
l
a
s
s
a
nd
w
ood.
T
he sh
e
lls sh
a
r
e
d the sp
a
c
e
a
l
ong
the line
w
ith a
g
e
n
er
ous
s
e
l
e
c
tion of
books.


M
a
ke
y
ou
r
s
e
lf
a
t hom
e
.
Ar
e
y
ou hu
n
g
r
y
?
I
f
i
x
e
d l
a
s
a
g
n
a
.”
She
tilt
e
d h
e
r
h
e
a
d
a
nd
a
dd
e
d,

T
r
ust me
y
o
u

ll n
e
v
e
r
miss the
m
ea
t.”


I
love
l
a
s
a
g
n
a
.
D
on

t k
n
ow
a
s
I

v
e
e
v
e
r
h
a
d it
w
ithout
c
hunks of
m
ea
t tho
u
g
h.
A
nd sin
c
e
I

m st
a
r
vi
n
g
, it sounds
g
r
ea
t.
N
e
e
d some
h
e
lp
?


Su
re
.
Y
ou
c
ould
k
ee
p
m
e
c
omp
a
n
y
w
hile
I
f
inish the
s
a
l
a
d.”

H
e
f
ollo
we
d
h
e
r
into a
n
a
rr
o
w
, sun
n
y
kit
c
h
e
n
w
ith
a
b
rea
k
fa
st
a
re
a
t
h
a
t
fa
ce
d out onto a
we
ll
-
t
e
nd
e
d b
a
c
k
y
a
r
d
f
u
l
l of
y
e
llow
a
nd
w
hite
d
a
i
si
e
s
a
nd h
er
b
b
e
ds.
“Y
ou
w
e
re
n

t kiddi
n
g
a
b
out
y
our
g
r
a
ndmoth
er’
s
l
ove
f
or
f
lo
w
er
s.
T
h
e
y

r
e
e
v
e
r
y
w
h
ere
.


She
a
l
w
a
y
s s
a
id
d
a
isi
e
s
wer
e
just too
c
h
e
erf
ul to
be
ar
ound
a
nd
be
s
a
d.
H
o
w’
d it
g
o
?
” She
a
sk
e
d
a
s s
h
e
we
nt to
the
fr
i
d
g
e
a
nd
g
ot out the
m
a
kin
g
s
f
o
r
a
spin
ac
h
a
nd st
raw
b
e
r
r
y
s
a
l
a
d.


I
list
e
n
e
d to
e
v
e
r
y
on
e’
s
sto
r
y
b
e
f
o
r
e
spilling
m
y
g
uts to
f
ive
oth
e
r
a
l
c
oho
l
i
c
s.
T
h
re
e
o
f
w
hom
I
w
ould n
e
v
e
r
h
a
v
e
g
u
e
ss
e
d h
a
d
a
n issue
w
ith boo
z
e
or
a
n
y
t
y
pe
o
f
d
ar
k p
a
st.
A
nd th
a
t

s
a
ll
I
ca
n s
a
y
.
W
h
a
t
g
o
e
s
on
a
t the
c
hu
rc
h s
t
a
y
s
a
t the
c
hu
rc
h
.

She
c
ouldn

t h
e
lp it, she
g
i
g
g
l
e
d.

Y
ou h
a
ve
a
w
a
y
of
putti
n
g
thin
g
s, Co
r
d.
G
l
a
d it

s ov
er
?

“Yea
h.
Af
t
e
r
war
d, P
e
t
e
told me
th
a
t if
I
h
u
r
t
y
ou,
he
w
ould…”
H
is b
r
ow
f
u
rr
o
we
d
a
nd he
c
onsid
ere
d how
b
e
st to p
hra
se
the
th
r
ea
t
a
s
d
e
li
ca
t
e
l
y
a
s he
c
ould.
H
e
d
ec
i
d
e
d
para
p
h
ra
se
w
ould h
a
ve
to do.

L
e
t

s just s
a
y
,
he
w
ould m
a
ke
me
su
f
fer
.”

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