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Once we were in the lane Kevin starting running. There were still about two k's to go but, without a word being exchanged, we all started running too, behind him.
Kevin's a big guy, not built for sprinting, and he lumbered along like a draft horse, but for once we couldn't keep up with him. Except Robyn, who was always fit?
After a while I couldn't see them ahead of us, but I could hear Kevin's heavy panting coming out of the darkness. As we grew closer to the house Lee called, 'be careful when you get there Kev', but he got no reply.
His house was the same as Homer's and mine. Three dead working dogs on chains, a dead cockatoo in a cage on the veranda, two dead poddy lambs by the veranda steps.
But his old pet corgi had been locked in the house, with a bucket of food and a bucket of water in the laundry.
Corrie, grim-faced, went past me with a mop and a handful of rags. I'd noticed when I'd stayed with Corrie that if things got too emotional she'd start cleaning up. It was a useful habit she had.
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