A strange, crawling feeling
Bob stood frozen in the kitchen, watching her pace away. “We don’t talk about it. And we don’t touch it again.” Judith’s tone wasn’t loud, but it was final — like she was laying down a rule forged in stone. Bob didn’t argue. Maybe she really was just groggy. Still, something about the way she avoided looking at him afterward gave him a strange, crawling feeling.
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