His Name Was Walter chapter sampler

Inside the house at last, in a huge, echoing kitchen with a big central table and a cardboard box overflowing with crushed Coke cans, empty milk cartons, used sandpaper and greasy paper bags, Colin had a strong sense of anticlimax. Most of the others seemed to feel the same. Mrs Fiori switched on the light and self-consciously smoothed her hair. Grace started rummaging in her pack for food, at the same time complaining noisily about the stale, old-kitchen smell. Lucas slid silently onto one of the long benches that stood on either side of the table, hunched his shoulders and went back to his roadside occupation of staring into space. But Tara Berne hovered in the doorway looking around nervously, and didn’t sit down even when Mrs Fiori told her to. ‘What’s the matter, Tara?’ Mrs Fiori demanded, trying not to sound impatient but failing completely. The girl jumped slightly. A faint red stain stole over her pale cheeks. ‘Nothing,’ she mumbled. ‘I’m okay.’ But

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