“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?  And you let him in the house?!” 

Arms full of toy planes and train replicas, Eva thought Randal looked every bit the spoiled child he sounded like while berating her husband. 

“I don’t know.  It just seemed like a good idea.  He looks just like the old bat,” Steven said, sipping at a soon to be empty can. 

“That isn’t the point!”  Randal replied shrilly.  That was when Eva stepped between them. 

“Honey,” she began calmly, “Did you at least get the guy’s name?  Which way did he go?” 

“No,” Steven said, eyes fixed on the tracking television set.  “And he went that way,” he added, pointing towards the w...

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