the kittens were fussed over , fed , fed again , then settled , each into a corner of one of my girls rooms . he wiped his hands on his towel as the members of bridge four lined up . he groaned and pushed his plate away from him . henry lay next to a pile of cold ashes , all that remained of the previous nights campfire . she stepped on something that stabbed deep into her foot . the words could only come from the throat of that overly dedicated troll . 