CHAPTER EIGHTY
The back of the house was dark enough for me to consider putting on my borrowed goggles. But enough light filtered in for me to see that I had entered the kitchen. Off to my right, perpendicular to the far wall, a doorway led to another room. Before me, a hallway extended straight ahead. About halfway down, there was a door to the right and, at the far end, an opening on the left to a room ablaze in light. I caught a glimpse of an end table and a section of worn futon.
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