Patrick rocked heel to toe with his arms folded and his head nodding. His eyes blinked more closed than open.
“Amy and my mother don’t even know I left. I bet they’re sleeping on the couch right now, half listening for Mary over the monitor.”
“What?” Kenny said, standing straight at the locked front door, his feet planted shoulder-width apart.
“I said they…
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