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It was late. Maisie had finished her homework, Owen was back from work, and all they were waiting on was Claire. Jack O’lanterns had been the plan for the last week, until Claire had called last minute saying her meeting with the lawyers was running a bit long. He didn’t want to break the news to Maisie, but it’s been years since the incident. It was usually one or both of them caught up in the legal battle, and by now, she was probably used to it.
“Bad news, Pipsqueak. No Claire for a but longer. The bloodsuckers- by which, I mean lawyers, have her in a vice grip. She said to get started without her.” Owen cocked his head, moving it in the direction of the dining room. He took to the junk drawer in the kitchen, grabbing a couple of markers from inside, as well as the knife from the caddy. “Alright, sleeves up. Passed your elbows, high as you can. This shit gets everywhere, trust me. Your fingernails will be orange tonight.”






