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He shouted in a gravelly voice, “We
don’t want no popcorn, pizzas, cookies, or
magazines, ya hear? We ain’t buyin’ what
you’re selling!”
He was about to slam the door but Maddy
stuck her foot in it. The man looked at her
with contempt. His lip curled. He swore under
his breath. He was so angry he could hardly
get the words out. “Move that foot before I
make you move it, little lady. Ain’t your mama
teach you manners?”
“I’m sorry, sir. That’s why we’re here. We’re
looking for my mom. I think she might have
come this way.”
“Nobody come this way except by mistake.”
He was about to shut the door on them
when a high-pitched voice hollered from
a distance.
“Yeah, we seen her!” The lady sounded like
she was holding her nose, except she wasn’t.
“Let those kids in. Girl has worry in her voice.”
“And she should if she knows what’s best,”
said the old man. “Come in.” He opened the
door just enough to let them in.
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