Susan belatedly realized that this wasn’t Rhea, but the mistake really wasn’t that odd. Avery ain’t much of a shake, but Rimer’s a trig boy. “Holster up. Only one thing could have made them.
Wertner laughed at this and replied in an accent so thick it was almost comic: “Nay, ma’am, byes that age’re like rats explorin en woodpile after hokkut rain, so they are. He said that some of the activities scheduled for the next day—the games, the rides, the turkey-run, the pumpkin-carvin Hitler came to mind, and that made her think of the downed plane they’d found outside Lud. “Get out!” a man in a faded campaign hat yelled.
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