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“Are you trying to starve me?” Her forehead furrowed. Yeah, this was a complete non-joke because at times like this it was insane to smile. “No, ma’am!” Mrs. Jesse responded as politely as she could mutter. “My bones were eating themselves up to stay alive.” Grace sounded even meaner and …

Darkness encloses round about the entire surrounding except inside the bedroom and the only sound one can hear are those coming from crickets who’d chosen the cold night to render their sonorous national anthems. Rhoda Badmus had slept off earlier while working on her desk. There’s a deadline to meet, …