Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. He felt hands tugging at him, mysterious creatures with long fingers and sharp nails that pulled at his flesh. Mike knocked on the door.
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