What the heck? What could it be now? Jeanette kept still,
debating with herself whether to get involved. Footsteps clumped down the
stairs accompanied by indistinguishable muttering. The entry door slammed shut
followed soon after by another door slamming. She couldn’t tell if it was the
outside door or the door to the kitchen. She’d probably better go downstairs to
check and make sure everyone was alright. No telling what Richard might do when
his temper flared.
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