Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDER

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Shouldn't her chest be going up and down?
Gulta pulled himself together.
"We ought to go and get someone and we ought to go now because it will get dark in a minute," he said flatly. "But I think that's what you're supposed to do. And then -"
There was a scratching from the windowsill. A crow had landed, and stood there blinking suspiciously at them. Gulta shouted and threw his hat at it. It flew off with a reproachful caw and he shut the window.
"I've seen it around here before," he said. "I think Granny feeds it. Fed it," he corrected himself. "Anyway, we'll be back with people, we'll be hardly any time. Come on, Ce."Cern will stay here." His brother looked at him in horror. "What for?" he said."Someone has got to stay with dead people," said Gulta. "Remember when old Uncle Derghart died and Father had to go and sit up with all the candles and things all night? Otherwise something nasty comes and takes your soul off to . . . to somewhere," he ended lamely. "And then people come back and haunt you." Cern opened his mouth to start to cry again. Esk said hurriedly, "I'll stay. I don't mind. It's only Granny." Gulta looked at her in relief. "Light some candles or something," he said. "