Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. She leaned back in her chair. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. She passed him silently as she dropped Michelle’s dried corpse into the open clay pit awkwardly, like a discarded doll. Ennison spoke at last. His eyes were closed. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers.
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