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“I said shut your pie-hole.” He arched one of his gray eyebrows up and gave her a sidelong glance. His voice hadn't gone up but the threat was clear.

  Sadie didn't speak again, but she took another drink.

  “I think you kids should go to bed now,” Noone said, still looking at his wife. “There’s an empty room upstairs. Jake will show you.”

  “Whores!” Sadie suddenly shrieked, and then burst into peals of choking laughter.

  Noone stood up from the table, closed his fists, glowered at his wife.

  “Come on, kids,” Jake said, not sounding even slightly disturbed.

  Sadie was still whooping laughter as they climbed the stairs, but Seth saw that she was crying at the same time.

  10

  Once again Seth and Melinda slept in the same bed — their room only had one, but it was a grandiose four-poster bed with hanging velvet drapes on the sides. It seemed like something Melinda would enjoy, but she crawled under the blankets right away and lay quiet and still while he got settled.

  She closed her eyes, and he was nodding off himself when he heard her sniffling in the darkness. He propped himself up on one elbow, reached out, and touched her shoulder.

  “Mel — what’s wrong?”

  “That woman,” Melinda said. “What’s wrong with her? She scared me.”

  “Just go to bed, Mel, don’t worry about it,” he said.

  “The man scares me too, and the little man. I want to go home.”

  “They’re just… strange. They haven’t been around other people in a long time.”

  “They’re bad,” Melinda said. “The woman smells like old soup and stares at nothing, and the little man stares at me. They’re gonna kill us, I know it!”

  Tears started to pour down her face.

  “Go to bed, Mel,” he said, finally, and turned over.

  Her tears soon subsided, and he heard her breath soon fall into the even, up-and-down rhythm of sleep. He started to feel light, his mind wandering off, that gentle, idyllic feeling you got as you floated away on a dream. The last buzzing sensation of the conscious mind.

  But his sister’s words came back to him, just before he went.

  They’re gonna kill us, I know it...

  CONTINUED IN PART 3: DEAD TO RIGHTS

  TO BE RELEASED JUNE 1, 2017

  JONATHAN FACE is a writer and software developer who enjoys writing anything except his own stupid bio which no one is gonna read anyway. He lives in a log cabin in the woods of New Hampshire with his wife, Elena, and too many cats.

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