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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 193 of 307 "Are you crazy?" I whispered. "He's a lunatic." "I'm humoring him. He just wants to be in charge. If he thinks he's in charge, he calms down. Have the police answered? "No." My Steve phone rang. "You have two phones?" Sarah whispered at me. "Hen, it's a long story." "Here, I can wait for the police. You can answer your other phone." She took the phone out of my hand "Mom," I spoke into the Steve phone. "It's a really bad time." "You with her? He grunted. "Yup." "Listen, they let Dale out. I don't know what happened. He might know where she lives." "Oh Mom, he does." "Open this door Sariah!" "Fucking french fry farts, what in the hell is going on? Did you call the police." "Yes." "Damnit Nephi, get over to that door and block it with your foot. You've got to keep that son of a bitch from getting in there. Are you carrying that weapon I loaned you. This would |