She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. V. Kimble had bedded the animal down at the local inn. His shouts for help were answered by roars of mockery and laughter. “My Mom makes more money than my Dad, a lot more. He laughed lightly. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones.
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