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- 32 -Had anyone been home when I got there, they would have received the full brunt of my rage. No such luck. I could slam and rant all I wanted and other than perhaps a couple of freeloading mice, it would fall on deaf ears.
I had gotten a cryptic text from Mother on my way home from the college, stating, “going on a little biz.” Whatever the hell that meant. As far as I knew, George was still at the 4-Cs plotting the rollout of his culinary school.
When George slammed the door, it sounded like a gunshot. Given my recent bizarre experiences, my heart didn’t just skip a beat but went into full cardiac arrest. Fortunately, my brain managed to jump start it before I collapsed. I whirled around to confront George for his startling entrance but then saw his face contorted with fury
