![]() ![]() ![]() The landing outside the bedroom door found her mind and soul, if not her body, returning to that time in her life. Now, with every step, Pine was drawing closer to that horrible night in 1989. Tanner drew back and let her lead the way up the scarred, uncarpeted plywood stairs. “Where did you and your sister sleep?” asked Blum. It was hard for her to imagine ever living here. Pine took a moment to look around the room. “If the news comes on, I just turn off the sound. “How’s the TV reception around here?” said Blum. “Roscoe’s got him some kidney problems,” noted Tanner in an embarrassed fashion as he gazed at the marks. The wallpaper was hanging down in tatters, and the only items in the room were a large lime green bean bag chair, a scarred side table holding a chunky old TV with rabbit ears on top, and a square of dirty carpet with prominent urine stains. ![]() I got nothing against them doing either one, just not in my house.” “Mostly kids looking for a place to drink and have sex. ![]()
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