The Frog Lady, 7
The screen door was open. Ron stretched out a languorous finger and pulled. The aroma was stronger in the kitchen. He felt a strange longing to fall to the floor and do nothing but breathe in.
Marian McBride came into the kitchen. “You’re a slow one,” she said. “Did you get lost?”
She appeared huge, menacing. Ron turned to run.
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