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| Sandra Crook |
PLAIN SIGHT
When Willie nearly
burnt his house down, Jane took him in. His foibles were mostly
manageable, but when Willie built a stack of broken terracotta and
kindling, Jane got annoyed.
'You've created an
eyesore, Dad.'
'Now then, Jane lass.
Where else can they hide?'
'And just who are
they?'
'Hush,
lass, someone might hear.' He leaned towards his daughter. 'My stack
allows them to hide in plain sight.'
Jane
gave up. 'Alright, but no lighting fires.'
Willie
crouched in front of the pallets. 'Alright lads,' he whispered. 'She
hasn't caught on.'
The
stack shivered and crackled in reply.
Willie
chuckled.
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