Misschien is het toch maar het beste om hier alleste verkopen en ergens anders heen te gaan. Terug naar huis? Dat wordtmoeilijk. Wie weet staat er al ...olitie voor de deur als ze Claudiahebben gevonden. Ik kan niet eens een kaart sturen want dan weten zegelijk waar ik zit. Nee, dat moet ik zien te vermijden. Misschien kan ikwel eens opbellen. Maar niet hier vandaan in elk geval.Wat zal ik nu doen? Eerst maar de auto kwijt spelen. Ik loop het bos in,naar de auto. Ik start de motor en rij weer. The two of them slowly resumed their journey to nowhere. They made sure to walk in the opposite direction that the Ravagers had been going. Patrick heard snickering behind a gigantic purple boulder. He singled to Claire for them to back away, but it was too late. Twelve Ravagers emerged from behind the boulder and surrounded them. Patrick and Claire raised their weapons and stood back to back.These Ravagers were ugly beyond belief. Their skin was puffy like a blowfish and was a blueish blackish. Turns out she married at 18, three now grown k**s and a loyal stay at home mom. She never went to college and hubby was the bread winner and a very successful one at that. Over the years he'd cheat, was abusive to Sandra and generally had little respect for her. Then last year he had a massive stroke which has left him unable to walk, limited movement in his arms and virtually speechless in that he can only grunt and murmur. So he's now in an electric wheel chair and Sandra is his primary and. She didn't talk about him much anyway, which suited me just fine; it was easier to pretend he didn't exist that way.I dated too, the usual string of pretty girls without much between the ears. When you're a bartender it's easy enough to come by the willing ones, and although my low standards sometimes made me feel guilty I wasn't stupid enough to say no. If Jackie thought anything of my girlfriends she said nothing, which was weird because we could talk about everything else.She had this way of.