You're right. I added extra ending beats and lines that were not in your edited version. I'll follow only your edited draft this time and clean the wording without making it poetic.
Marybeth wrung water out of her shirt until her wrists hurt. The creek had pushed them toward the edge of Throggs Neck, and they had taken the first house that looked safe enough to hide in.
The old house smelled of wet wood, mildew, and dust. Someone had dragged a couch against the front door. Harry and Archie had pushed a cabinet across the back entrance, and Arnulf had checked every window before letting anyone sit down.
Nobody spoke much after that. They stripped off what they could, twisted water from their clothes, and listened to the dark outside.
