[In the time prior to the arrival of her Grandfather and his 'family', Susan had busied herself making the house slightly more presentable. The plague of cats had, with typical Mayfield spite, given way to a plague of cat hair -- and other somewhat less pleasant cat castoffs, the chief offender going 'squish' under her feet whenever she accidentally trod on the yellow spots in the carpet. In the end, she had decided that the scent of pine was preferable to the scent of stale urine, which may explain why the house has sprouted an inordinate amount of Hogswatch cheer and why the dining room resembles a coniferous forest
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GOOD AFTERNOON GRANDDAUGHTER..
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[He's family. It's one of his jobs.]
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Even though he's standing no more than three feet away.]
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[Which is why a few moments later you can find him. Looking in the kitchen.]
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Looking as awkward as a skeleton can.]
I WAS JUST LOOKING.
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Susan raises an eyebrow.]
Remember. Look with your eyes, not with your hands. Or mouth, either.
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OF COURSE.
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