oven?” A moment later Charlie returned from the kitchen. Now she held a stainless steel mixing bowl in the crook of her left arm and a wooden spoon in her right hand. And whatever she had in that bowl was taking a hell of a beating from that spoon. “No one is angry at you, Stevie,” Charlie stated, still mixing. “I don’t blame you for how you feel about that idiot.” “I call him Dad,” Stevie said to the others. “But we have a serious problem here. We’re not safe while he’s alive.” “I could track him down,” Max said. “Kill him.” She glanced at Stevie. “Cry a little about doing that if it will
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