Her brothers were making good money in the real estate business in Los Angeles and her folks were coming up in the world. The simplestwas outright intimidation, such as he had just applied to the turkey vendor. When Tristan looked down at them, his heart was in his throat. The turkeysmell would permeate his clothes, his house, and perhaps even his soul, Lothar guessed.
Purplegray murk rose steadily and drowned the white-142-summits of the cloudheads. Brent was mute with horror. Uncle Tim and Pop were standing over him talk-ing loud. “But I just wanted to say that—”Tristan quickly held up one hand.
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