CHAPTER THIRTY
“You say they lived like most other people,” I said. “In what ways were they like most other people?”
Her lips formed a rosette. “Oh, I couldn’t tell you specifically. My impressions came from those little things you pick up when you pick up after people.” She laughed at her own verbal cleverness. “Things they do around the house. Their habits.” She gave me a sly smile. “Now and then, they’d invite a few neighbors over. Have drinks or whatever.”
“Big parties?”
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