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I got Patty back this morning for some of the mean things she's been doing to me. You all know how put-upon I am.
Anywho, she was upstairs getting ready for school when the doorbell rang. It was one of the little kids, about four, from next door wanting to talk to Patty. The way our house is laid out, it's difficult to talk from one floor to another. The sound just doesn't carry. Hmmm. I thought I could hear water running upstairs.
So I told the urchin to wait a moment, stepped into the kitchen, and turned on the hot water. Immediately from upstairs came a blood-curdling shriek that carried quite well all over the house and half the neighborhood. I then returned and told the kid that Patty was taking a shower but would be down shortly. She was. Almost instantaneously, still wet. All over. 
Then she saw the kid and ran back upstairs for a robe, Mac barking at her all the way. Sam and Cherokee were nearly in hysterics. The youngster just stood there with his mouth open. I went and sat in the car to wait for Patty. With the doors locked and the windows rolled
up.
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