Mrs. Jones was cleaning the breakfast tafel, tabel when someone rang the bell. She put the dishes on the dresser and walked to the front door. She opened and froze.
“You” she zei weak when seeing Cas.
“Hello, Mrs. Jones” Cas zei friendly. “Can I come in, please?”
“I…I don’t know, Mr…” Mrs. Jones stammered reluctant.
“Novak. Castiel Novak” Cas introduced himself. He nodded at Meg. “This is Meg Masters. She’s a close friend. Please, Mrs. Jones, I just want to talk to you”
Mrs. Jones sighed. “Fine, then” she zei and she let them in. She led them to the keuken-, keuken where...
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