Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

” Brenda said, her words rushing out in a high-pitched blur. “We have to know how long it takes to load the heavy things so we do not run out of time on the fourteenth.”

“Get this truck off my gravel,” I said.

Greg stopped rolling the strap and looked at Brenda, then back at me. He took a slow step forward, his boots crunching on the stone.

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