She thought of Sebastian who often returned from the charnel house that the outside world had become. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. Blood, they say, won't come out. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. . She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. “I hope you’re satisfied. “To your room!” Michelle cowered, her face flushed with anger. It's almost incredible.
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