”Susan was silent. Would be worse, if that bugger Farson had his way. I’d do anything for him. “Shall we bring the bottle?” Jonas asked.
” Her face twisted into an expression of gruesome greed; she looked like a corpse that is trying to sneeze. As they drew closer and the sound grew louder, his dread grew. “Aye,” she said. They were crammed with obituaries printed in the tiniest type she had ever seen.
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