the big old Edwardian pile I now lived in alone--rolling around init like the last pea in a restaurant-sized can--a good stem-to-sterncleaning. , things were just getting cranked up. Where are you going? I'l explain. I ran onto the back stoop, half-expecting the Shape to come rushing outto greet us, raising its baggy not-arms in gruesome good fellowship, but there was no Shape.
Baby gut the run of the place,don'tcha know. What I didn't find was any plasticowls. I shifted the phone to myother ear. There was a moldy mattress pad and asilk jacket which had that unmistakable dined-upon-by-moths look.
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