He made up excuses to call for her. Stephanie, have you seen the Chandler report?
She would smile and pluck it from the clutter on his desk and ask, What would you do without me? She smelled like a house filled with children. They would watch movies as a family in bed and fall asleep in a pile. And then, in the morning, the children ripped to pieces. Stephanie headless in the doorway, covered with blood and thick black fur.
That’s enough, he said, and then filled the room with Lysol to block out the scent of her hair.
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