"Let's blow up the tabloid offices before we leave the country," he groused. Sitting up, he started grabbing at the clothes shaped blobs on the floor. "Okay, you go West and I'll go East? North and South? Has Mom said anything about it yet? She's usually up for hours by now."
A thought frightened him into moving faster. "She's not on her way out here, is she?"
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