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The house was full of blowflies when they got back. Dave left the suitcases on the porch and grabbed the insect spray from the kitchen while Linda shrank against the front door and gaped at the flies. "There must be hundreds of them," she said. "How did they get in?"
Dave aimed the can around the kitchen and sprayed in a continuous volley. Mounds of blowflies kept erupting until the room boiled with their fat furious bodies.
"They're going down the hall," Linda said. She flatfooted through the kitchen with flies beating on her dress and swung the door shut. She flapped her hands about her head they're caught in my hair and retreated to the front door, ...