22 Calle la Rosa – Part 99

Pauline shivered as the cool night wind picked up. She glanced toward the house but didn’t want to go inside yet. She pulled the zipper of her sweatshirt higher at her neck and pressed herself deeper into the sun lounger, hoping the rain wouldn’t start before she finally went in.

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22 Calle la Rosa – Part 96

Carlos adjusted the thin red sausages on the grill to make room for the king prawns. He glanced sideways at Ted, who was sitting wrapped in a blanket in his own armchair. For a fleeting moment, it crossed his mind how pathetic the usually quarrelsome, angry man looked like this.

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22 Calle la Rosa – Part 95

Pablo stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the artificial tree with satisfaction. Then he climbed the ladder once more and checked the branches again to make sure they were properly secured. He glanced down at the string of lights lying on the stone floor and sighed. Looks like he’d be going up and down all over again.

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