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The Watch DogAfter all, she had no intention whatsoever of being drawn into a conversation with that man; she would simply walk through the living room and go out. If Kate called to her, she would just ignore her; she just could not sit around here in her room while her mother's man friend drank himself into a stupor with the liquor John Barrett worked all his life to earn. Matt was obediently at her heels when she walked through the bedroom doorway and turned to go down the carpeted corridor that joined the bedrooms with the main rooms of the rambling colonial house. «You'll have to stay, Matt,» she whispered. «I want to go out alone. I have some thinking to do … and something to get out of my system. You can …» Her words trailed off first to a whisper and then to a gasp of astonishment as she heard the incredible sounds that filtered from her mother's bedroom. The door was only open a couple of inches, but from where she stood, frozen in place as if she had been zapped by some science-fiction weapon, she could see the unmistakable reflection of two images in the dressing mirror across from her mother's large bed … her mother was in bed with that horrible man! And they were both stark naked! Lucy watched a few seconds more with the rapt fascination of an accidental voyeur, and then she turned unsteadily on her heels and ran down the hallway to the foyer and out into the night, gasping for air as if somehow the freshness of the night might cleanse the poignant memory of what she had just witnessed inside ...» |
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