“Georgie, you’re home late.”

“Wa’ ‘pened m’ b’k?”

“What d’say?” Jake rolled out of bed by-passing slippers, and strode to the study across the hall. “What’s the racket?”

“Ha!” White teeth flashed.

“Okay, my compulsive fusspot. Come to bed.”

“Ohh…”

“You gonna faint? Gotcha.”

A ticket flapped. “—won…lottery.”

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This is the Fall Quarter of Flash in the Pan. The theme is Disturbed.

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