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and Maggie needed his attention.
“Sal!”
no answer.
Maggie considered banging on the floor, and wondered
what the point would be. She knew the man downstairs was
Sal. Who else could it be?
right?
Their lake house was the last one on Gold Star road,
and their nearest neighbor, the kinsels, resided over half a
mile down the shore and had left for the season. The solitude
was one of the reasons the Mortons bought this property.
unless she went to town to shop, Maggie would often go
days without seeing another human being, not counting her
husband. The thought of someone else being in their home
was ridiculous.
reassured by that thought, Maggie closed her eyes.
She opened them a moment later, when the sound of
the microwave carried up the stairs. Then came the muffled
machine-gun report of popcorn popping. Sal shouldn’t be
eating at this hour. The doctor had warned him about that,
and how it aggravated his acid reflux disease, which in turn
aggravated Maggie with his constant tossing and turning all
night.
She sighed, annoyed, and sat up in bed.
“Sal! The doctor said no late night snacks!”
no answer. Maggie wondered if Sal indeed had a
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