Mealey

“Yes, dear?” sputtered Mrs. Mealey with a pointed sniff.

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With the thought, Mrs. Mealey began sobbing uncontrollably.

Unearthly Asylum P. J. Bracegirdle 2010

“Are you okay?” said Mrs. Mealey, jumping up from her easy chair.

Unearthly Asylum P. J. Bracegirdle 2010

Checking his watch again, Phipps opened his mouth to decline but suddenly noticed the moon face of Mrs. Mealey appear between the living room curtains, watching them both with suspicion.

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“Fifteen seconds, Mealey,” said Mr. Hardy to the stricken boy on the ground.

Unearthly Asylum P. J. Bracegirdle 2010

Oh, how I cried and cried! recalled Mrs. Mealey, shuddering on her perch on the edge of the couch.

Unearthly Asylum P. J. Bracegirdle 2010

Morris lay on the gold sofa in the Mealey living room with a folded tea towel held up to one side of his face.

Unearthly Asylum P. J. Bracegirdle 2010

The comfort of Mrs. Mealey rated fairly low in priority to Phipps, however, compared to the embarrassment of receiving another accusing phone call from the Caring Chums Network.

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Mealey, pulling a pair of headphones from his ears.

Unearthly Asylum P. J. Bracegirdle 2010

Phipps listened carefully as the boy explained how one time while his mother was away visiting her sister, Mr. Mealey got called up to the asylum for an emergency.

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