No amount of scrubbing could remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around a very large oak tree. She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. “Let me help you,” he begged. "Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her. . I’ll try to stay as long as I can.
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