...and the Riverbank Talks

Chapter Nine

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“Gretty? Can you open this door please? Or just tell me to wait? Please? I don’t wanna open it by myself. OK? It hurts to break doors down. It’s not like the movies, goddamn it. Please Gretty? Please? Pretty please?”

He tried to register the sound of his own voice. Could he be panicking her?

He dropped it down an octave and spoke slowly. “Listen Gretty. Take your time, but Carol Anne just wants to know you’re ok. OK? We can be there in two hours. Do you need different clothes? I’ll just get them. OK?”



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“Gretty? Can you open this door please? Or just tell me to wait? Please? I don’t wanna open it by myself. OK? It hurts to break doors down. It’s not like the movies, goddamn it. Please Gretty? Please? Pretty please?”

He tried to register the sound of his own voice. Could he be panicking her?

He dropped it down an octave and spoke slowly. “Listen Gretty. Take your time, but Carol Anne just wants to know you’re ok. OK? We can be there in two hours. Do you need different clothes? I’ll just get them. OK?”