Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 33

Chapter 33 What’s in The Sculpture

The dust cleared, revealing what had fallen out of the sculpture.

It was a white bone palm. The palm of that hand was in a holding position, holding a packet of things inside the hand, wrapped in kraft

paper.

David immediately hugged Susie and covered her eyes.

Michael opened his mouth and felt a chill in the hard sun.

“You send Susie back first,” Michael said.

Susie, “I won’t.”

Before the words were out of his mouth, David stood up with her in his arms and quickly walked back.

“Susie, be good. This is not a place where children can stay. Go back and play at home with Grandma, while uncles take care of some things.”

“Remember, the one who just smashed the sculpture is your uncle Michael, who introduced you to the hammer and ended up getting too excited to accidentally smash the sculpture into a big hole.”

Susie was puzzled, “Is that so? Why would we lie to the police?”

David was dumbfounded for a moment and said in a muffled voice, “Just listen to your uncle David.”

Susie leaned over David’s shoulder and said, “Okay.”

David dropped Susie off at home and left in a hurry.

Alana hurriedly asked someone to make food for Susie, who sat upright on the couch and asked in a whisper.

“Why do we cheat the police? The police are not the bad guy.”

Mitch sat cross-legged to one side, holding something in his hand and

looking through it.

rule out bad guys inquiring about. Thinking about if others

waved her hands, “I don’t want to

with a peeled apple, only to

“Okay, no slicing, or

over the apple that she realized that Grandma was talking about the

look and couldn’t

grabbed the female ghost out

as he looked at

a ghost,

revealed could they see the mutilation, so Mitch did not

body should be intact, to go to good birth, so the ancients would be so concerned about the ‘death

when I was smashed to death, my hand was smashed off. I still have the money

still thought about the money

I don’t have this hand that I’m not

the past five years just to get my

through a book and asked faintly, “Don’t you know that the packet of ‘salt’

ghost

your conscience for money. Good and evil

the sculpture. But now that the police had found the hand. As long as they could extract Mara’s fingerprints on top of the greaseproof paper that wrapped the money,

the side, Susie was concentrating on eating an apple. She took a bite

were race-like and the apple was gone. Alana said cheerfully, “Do you want to have cakes,

mouth curled and she said

Susie suddenly cocked her head and shoved the apple core

big fart

to the ground, and grunted, “It stinks. It

Susie was amused.

side can’t help but follow the laugh. When he first saw the child, she was still cautious, numb like a small robot without any

seemed to be opening

rang out, “A girl, moving around and talking about ass, what will others think

returned from an

the

smile on Susie’s face vanished and she pursed

frowned, “Don’t call me aunt Mara. It’s bad luck to have

her hand, noble and subdued, yet there was a hint of disgust under

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