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Excerpt from Sins of the Father
"Where are we going?" Mick must have asked the question a hundred times. That and, "What's the big rush?" He might as well have been speaking Latin to a newborn baby for all the good it did. Dan didn't answer. All he'd say was, "Hurry up. We've gotta get out of here and we don't have all day."
So Mick threw jeans and T-shirts, clean socks and extra underwear, a sweater and his jacket into a nylon gym bag. Then, when Dan wasn't looking, he slipped in the little tin box of keepsakes he'd dragged with him wherever he went over the past six years. He zipped up the bag and allowed himself to be hustled out of the cramped apartment.
From Sins of the Father. Copyright © 1998 by Norah McClintock. All rights reserved.
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