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Show 91 "Oscar and Katie had a fight," she said, trying to control her voice. "Why? What happened?" His face was alarmed as he descended the stairs. "Nothing serious. She had an accident with the car, she wasn't hurt. A fender's dented up." David's eyes turned flat. "He didn't hit her?" he demanded. "No," Sharon hesitated, listening for sounds from the master bedroom-there were none. "He grabbed her and pushed her up to the bedroom." David whirled away to the stairs. She reached the head of the landing as he was trying the door of the master bedroom at the end of the hall. It was locked, he pounded the door with his fist, "Are you all right, Mom?" Oscar's voice came from beyond the door, "If you don't get back to bed, I'm going to come out there and make you wish you had!" Sharon grabbed David by the shoulder, "Don't get him after you." "You hadn't better have hurt her!" David shouted at the door. "I'm all right," came Katie's weak voice, "Now you get to bed." She sounded shakey-although not really afraid, Sharon thought. "If he hurts her," David said, with a wild cast to his eyes, "I'm going to kill him." "Don't talk that way!" Sharon snapped, "Don't even talk that way!" Down the hall the girls were huddled at their doors. Jeanne held Marty-his eyes wide-against her side. |