Airtight. Airtight. Her mind raced. Airtight. She didn’t know why, but she was sure the container needed to be airtight.
She raced to the kitchen, pawed through plastic bags, aluminum foil, old mayonnaise jars. Finally she grabbed a plastic bag and ran back to the bedroom, where Ed still screamed in the bed.
With two fingers, she felt among the bloody goo for Ed’s . . .
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