Old Rambling House

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All the Grahams wanted was a home they could call their own … yet, what did the home need?

Book Excerpt

Ted Graham was a since quite a while ago necked man with a head of articulated egg shape beat by rashly thinning up top graying hair. Something about his thin, exceptional appearance recommended his occupation: confirmed public bookkeeper.

He halted behind his significant other, who was contemplating a paper grouped page, and glared. “They said to hold up here. They’ll come get us. Said the spot is elusive around evening time.”

Martha Graham turned upward from the paper. She was a doll-confronted lady, intensely pregnant, a sort of pink beauty about her. The yellow gleam from the light over the corner curbed the red-reddish cast of her pig tail hair.

“I simply must be in a house when the child’s conceived,” she said. “What’d they sound like?”

“I don’t know. There was an interesting sort of interference – like a contention in some unfamiliar

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