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Chapter 5

Miss Lucretia

I was astounded and afraid at the same time because of her appearance and the suddenness of it. When the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, there she was!

On his knees looking up at her with his eyes as big as saucers, Poudlum froze with the hacksaw blade in mid-stroke. Me, I just about jumped out of my skin. I felt like I had hit both funny bones at the same time and was tingling all over.

She wore a dress that looked like it had been made by sewing flour sacks together. The dress came down to her ankles. Below the hem of the dress she wore a pair of old brogans that had seen better days.

Her hair was as wild as the wind and stuck out in all directions like thick, tangled barbed wire, the color of dark rust.

Hung around her neck was a leather throng adorned with pieces of bones in varying sizes. The bones rattled with her every move.