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Show 10 of underwear and sweaters and socks. In another chest of drawers Mrs. Fletcher had six nighties. Dyna counted them. Two short ones and four long ones. The one she liked best was frilly and baby blue with tiny little straps. Dyna laid the soft nylon against her cheek, smiling and closing her eyes. What would it be like, to wear something that expensive to bed? Carefully, she placed it back in the drawer. The night table next. A jar of Vicks, letters, a road atlas marked with paper clips, devotional books. "Hey, what's taking so long?" Frog said from the doorway. Dyna didn't answer him. The room had definitely wrapped her in its cocoon of luxury, but Frog was a grating reminder of what she was doing here. Bending now at the side of the waterbed, she gave the one remaining drawer a vicious tug, but it didn't open. It was locked. Suddenly, Dyna was yanked to her feet from behind. "You mute or something?" Frog hissed in her face. "You turned into a damned mute on me?" He shoved her toward the door. "Speak when you're spoken to, hear? You can't spend all day in one room, either. There's coins here someplace!" Dyna hooked her long hair back behind both ears and hurried off to the other end of the house. She rubbed her arm where Frog left his mark, thinking how much she hated him. She was the one who skipped the first day of school and made the phone calls to this place. She was the lookout, the one who checked the windows so he could work at top speed. It wasn't Frog who'd get left behind to take the heat. Oh no, Ret he'd split! She was the one who'd°caught, if anyone did. But in less than twenty minutes Furtive Frog, as Dyna called him, was ready to clear out. He had a good haul, including the coin collection- which he'd found in the waterbed drawer, of all places -and a set of sterling silver, all expertly packed in a black case designating A & M Refrigerator Service. Casually, Frog left the house ahead of her, looking like any respectable repairman in his clean white coveralls. Dyna watched from a window as he slid hi8 case into the rear of the van, then lit a cigarette. That was her signal to join him. Driving down from the Avenues and into the city, Frog laid three |