The rawhide bone went from Gerald’s toe into the kitchen window.
“Sonuvabitch!” he screamed, and not because the window cracked and spiderwebbed.
Louise’s mouth formed “What the…” but no sound came out.
“The demons at the capitol denied my unemployment again!” Gerald yelled, answering his wife’s unspoken question.“There’s absolutely no reason!”
Louise picke…
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