Shari squealed, clutching her towel around her. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. I didn’t allow myself to see things as they were in those days; now I do. Stopping before each door, they took up the plates of the locks, examined the ponderous bolts, and were struck with the utmost astonishment at what they beheld. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. Ann Veronica was by this time quite shocked at her own thoughts, and yet they would go on with their freaks. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still.
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