CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
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UPSET, THE WOMAN CLIMBED down to the basement to look for something to clean out the stains on the boys’ sheets. She just discovered that the boys had eaten in bed again, although she’d f*******n that. Obviously, they’d spilled the food and she had more work to do.
Normally, the basement was her husband’s domain. She’d have sent him to bring her what she needed, but he was still sleeping.
Her man had begun skipping work lately. He’d become lazy. She should have woken him to go to the basement in her stead, she shook her head with anger.
She turned on the light and checked the shelves on the left, but found nothing to use. She verified other shelves, and in the right corner of the basement, a dark plastic bag drew her attention.
Something white with stain
