sat shoulder-to-shoulder on one side of the dining room table, each in a different colored robe. Like a lineup of surly parakeets, thought Dinah. K.D. held a panting Cantoo in her lap and jotted notes in her little book of smears. Thad moped in a chair in the corner, temporarily out of the spotlight. Petrol sniffing and car jacking apparently ranked lower in priority than the theft of the Homers. Seth stood over Thad with his arm on his shoulder, possessive as a prison guard. Wendell languished against the wall at one end of the sideboard, his hands balled in the pockets of his tartan robe. Lucien leaned heavily on his crutches at the other end. Cleon stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest like a teacher facing down a classroom of cutups, and frowned at the naked wall between them where the Homers had hung. Eduardo, dressed as if for a day at the races, puttered about with the coffee service and helped his nemesis, Mack, pass around cups and saucers.
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