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“Someone’s coming up the front driveway,” whispered Kathy to Wayne.
Jack was in the basement where he kept cool on hot days. As usual, he would be no help.
Cell phones didn’t work inside their cement and rusted metal fortress. No way to summon help.
And that window that was so rusted it wouldn’t close anymore; it could be pried open.
“Just wait,” replied Wayne. “No one could believe anyone actually lives here.”
She gave him “the look” and sat down at her computer, thinking she would send an email to her friend, Sandy, just in case something went wrong.