1420135090 (R)
“Warmed by a small electric space heater, the air was chilly but tolerable. He slid the door closed behind him. Pulling off his sheepskin coat, he laid it over a handy sawhorse.Henry and Hunter were inspecting the scattered motorcycle parts. The old man was sitting on a low wooden stool; the boy was kneeling on the cement floor. They both looked up as Shane walked toward them.“So, what did my sister do when she saw Aunt Muriel’s tree?” Hunter asked.“I’m afraid she cried.”“I told Aunt Muriel that Amy wouldn’t like it. But she said it’d be better than no tree at all. When she asked me to get the box out of the attic and help set it up, I did what she wanted. But I knew what was going to happen and I didn’t want to stick around. Amy can be such a baby when she doesn’t get her own way.”“Was Muriel upset?” Henry asked. “She’s such a gentle soul. I hope her feelings weren’t hurt.”“Muriel took it like the lady she is.” Shane frowned at the array of bike pieces.
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