Prissy approaching her was barefoot . Behind her was a smaller figure , crippled , damaged , one eye , one ear against a crushed head , blue skin , the dried cakes of blood making crunching noises with each move it made . “ Oh , Sammy ,” Callie whispered . Prissy ’ s rotted breath filled the air , her bones , already fractured earlier from the beatings , were snapping apart . Yet that didn ’ t stop her as she slogged forward towards Callie . All Callie could do was look on in shock , hoping it was a dream . Sammy followed close behind and watched his mother intently with his one eye as if she was his teacher .
Callie knew that the gurney offered no barrier , and that Mr . Kramer was in no shape to save her .
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It was almost noon when Sandy trudged through the doorway , stomping her boots against the rubber doormat , taking off her coat , shaking off the snow to avoid bringing the icy mess into the building . The almostcleared parking lot and the mountains of snow pushed to either side were evidence that the plows had just been through and done their job . Hopefully , the afternoon sun would help things along .
Last night must have been a busy one with all the accident reports and deaths dominating the airwaves , and she was sure Callie would be happy to finally go home . Of course , she ’ d understand why Sandy could not have made
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