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Dan Fieldses

Axe Mama.

Mrs. McKenzie cleared away breakfast dishes, enjoying the silence of a husband gone to work and three children duly marched aboard the school bus.

Turning to face the doorway to the living room, she gave a startled yip.

A little girl stood there.

She could not have been more than three years old, a fair-haired pixie with wide-open green eyes. The child wore a faded purple

nightgown with a smiling frosted cupcake on the tummy. Her bare feet were filthy, dark brown.

Mrs. McKenzie set down the plate she had nearly dropped in surprise. No sound had announced the visitor, but looking through the entry hall, she saw the front door standing open. Mr. McKenzie was forever on her case to lock it once he had left for the day, with so many stories of terrible things happening in broad daylight, in houses just like theirs,

she saw his point. But right after breakfast was her preferred time for jogging or shopping.

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