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she slowly lifted her arms over her head and did an abrupt turn, bending her right knee and turning it in a bit for a Kewpie-doll look. Her next step was to bite the tip end of her index finger and coyly flutter her eyes. Liz didn’t get that far. She stopped cold. There in front of her, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, sat Chase. Next to him with a frozen stare so alarming that she thought perhaps he had stopped breathing, was Grandpa Hoole. If lightning had struck her dead at that moment, she would have welcomed it. Liz catapulted to the bathroom as fast as humanly possible and locked the door. She slammed the off button on the tape recorder and collapsed in a heap on the bathroom floor. The television in the next room clicked off. A car started and pulled out of the driveway. One of the dogs barked. The house was quiet. Eventually there was a knock.
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