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phones, everything." Freeman had an unpleasant way of summing things up and giving it the ring of authority. |
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Linda's head moved out of his field of vision and he heard her ask the doctor what their next move was. He had gotten to know the woman intimately enough to recognize that her voice sounded frightened, something she would never admit. She was a fighter. |
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"I had Moxie back Bart's truck up to the front door. It's got a cap on it. We're going to use some of Morgan's bed clothes to form a kind of mattress. Then I had him take one of the pieces of plywood off the window at the back of the house; that'll serve as a makeshift gurney so we can carry him out and put him in the bed of the truck. Since we can't get off the island, I think the next safest place would be the Gull House. Moxie tells me Gladys Ann has a generator and enough fuel to ride out the storm. I figure we'd better move him as soon as he thinks he can handle it. When we run out of candles here, it's darkness for the duration." |
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Bartholomew listened to the plan. He felt surprisingly clearheaded for someone with a hole in his head. All kinds of questions were beginning to rush through his mind. What time was it? Where was the storm now? How many were stranded on the island? Had |
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