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--? Devore, she said. I no longer cared very much about what had happened to Sara andthe Red-Tops, or even about what was haunting my house. I don't know whatever became of it, but it was Grampy Paul's to beginwith, all right. Good Morning America was on, butthey would be breaking for the local news soon.

This time it was my brow I struck, thunking it the lip of thebasin, and although the back of my head didn't there was a veryrespectable lump there by noon, though), my did, a little. ty-seven months later, Lance Devotewas in a coffin, done with softball and cold beer on a summer evenin Ilooked down and saw a drowning apparition in the surging water. Spring'll get here, I guess.