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160 pages, Paperback
Published June 12, 2025
In the spring the ice would thaw. Mr Fink's body would start to decompose and smell. Eventually someone would come - someone would walk past and smell something foul, a distant relative would think to check on them, the school would remember there should be a Lizzie Fink attending classes. But inside, Lizzie would be safe. The house would make sure of it. In the living room, she started chatting to the house again, no longer needing to be quiet and whisper into the walls. The snow fell and the house stood still, listening closely.
For a moment the kitchen froze. With the exception of the chef and an assistant - whose backs were turned, bent over a dish on the stovetop - everyone looked out the open door, to the Labrador sitting there, sniffing the plate. From the dining room came the sound of glass crashing, breaking, followed by loud sobs. The dog hunkered down on the floor and started to eat. He licked the plate clean and reverently waited for more.