House of Sighs
yelled the principal, “which, Charlie Brown, there is going to be plenty more of. I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit here and let you burn the place down. Jesus, there’s a fire ban at the moment.”
Man, he hated people calling him Charlie.
Fuckers.
Bev stared at him, her look almost feline, and right then he understood why Babylonians sealed cats up in bricks. “Okay,” she said. Ice cold. “I guess I’ll pick up a couple of extra shifts at the mill. Until things pan out. You’d do the same for me, right?”
A test. “You got it, babe.”
Two days passed and over a dinner of mashed potatoes and homemade rissoles, Bev snapped. “Would you eat with your trap shut! Watchin’ all that meat there going in and
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