“You can’t send us back. ”Susan had gone silently, biting back a thousand retorts, mounting the stairs as she had so often, throbbing with a mixture of shame and resentment. “Coffin Hunters! We’re Big Coffin Hunters just like you!” one called impudently across to him. The wind has a way of blowin it open, as ye see!”Susan stepped inside.
Before Jonas could reply, there was a hard hammering on the bedroom door. “I guess a man can jump a fence or two, come Reap. I’ll come last. ”Aunt Cord sat in her chair, knitting in her lap, eyebrows raised, waiting for more.
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