"Ummm..." began Marilyn, as a feeling of surreality swept over her, "I think now is a good time to tell you about what I found in the wardrobe upstairs."
For a moment, he was stunned, "A body?"
She looked back at him in a way that suggested his guess was absurd. And then she got up from the arm chair in which she had seated herself, put down her own glass of lemonade, and began to walk towards the stairs.
And before Mel could get up, his canine companion had leaped onto the hardwood floor, skidded slowly into a coffee table, and ran after Marilyn as if she'd said the word 'treat'.
Well, thought Mel as he turned off the TV and rose to his feet, this day sure is exciting so far! Better than just boxes and dust... I hope.
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