Earlier, she had heard a familiar humming in the kitchen and, needing a re-fill anyway, paused Thor IV, and went to investigate. She found herself with a mop and a bucket and a smile. Their eyes met. She put a finger to her lips and shushed. Then went back to work. Cheryl returned to the parlor in a blank terror. Mr. Hemsworth would have to wait.
Joel came home. She heard him mount the back steps, enter, slip, and land hard. She heard him get up, curse bitterly and hit her more violently than usual. She heard the unmistakable snap of ribs breaking, and later, the sound of teeth skittering across a newly polished floor.
She gulps again nervously and scratches “floor wax” off her shopping list.
The moaning stops.
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