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Show 149 washed so much that you used to hide under the porch. I couldn't squeeze under the porch after you, so I used to send Kathleen, and she'd drag you out, even though she was just a little tyke herself. Kathleen and Jame are coming for supper tomorrow night, since Jame is on day turn this week. Did I tell you that?" "You told me," Karl muttered, hardly hearing her chatter. As he gave Henry's face a final swipe with the towel, he tried to decide what he could say to Andy to make him give up the foolish idea of running away. He'd have to come up with something convincing. From the Stulak back porch, Andy's mother began to call, "Andrej, Andrej," over and over. Her forlorn cry penetrated the Kerner kitchen and made Karl's chest ache. Should he run out that minute and tell her where Andy was, what he was planning? Karl always found it hard to communicate with Mrs. Stulak because she understood so little English, and he didn't dare tell Andy's father. Andy would get a far worse beating, and would hate Karl for betraying him. If only Veronica were still home! Heavy footsteps on the porch made Maggie Rose's face brighten. "Here's your father now. It's a good thing he's home -- this steak is getting dried out like a shoe sole." Hugo entered the kitchen, shaking snow from his overcoat. For the second time in an hour, Karl saw a look of desperation, this one on his father's face. "Mother of God, you look like the world died," Maggie Rose exclaimed as she hurried to take Hugo's coat. "Sit down and tell me what's bothering you." |
