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He threwlook, then went on into the bedroom he shared with his "wife"

"Cathy, Cathy," I could hear hi, "where are you?"

A few seconds later he was in the kitchen behind an to race around froed on Bart's locked door "Bart, are you in there?"

First a long silence, then came a reluctant, surly reply, "Yeah, I'm in here Where else would I be with the door locked?"

"Then unlock it and come out"

"Momma locked me in from the outside so I can't come out"

I sat on, i row up normally when I felt so unhappy

Dad was the type to have duplicate keys to everything, and soon Bart was out and undergoing a third degree "What did you do to cause your o away?"

"Didn't do nothin!"

"Youthat made her furious"

Bart grinned at hi anxious and scared

"Bart, if you have done anything to harhtly I mean that"

"Wouldn't do nothin to hurt her," said Bart irritably "She's the one always hurtin me She don't love me, only Cindy"

"Cindy," said Dad, suddenly reirl, and away he strode to her pretty room He showed up minutes later with her

"Where is your mother, Bart?"