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‘Don’t tell me,’ said the taxi driver, rubber-necking at the…

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I had Truman lug my bags to my old room…

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In my bedroom, I could make out snippets of conversation…

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As we collected back on Hillsborough, Truman loitered a few…

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‘I thought about Mordecai’s false dilemma,’ Truman admitted as we…

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That Thursday morning the postbox was stuffed with stiff square…

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I was accustomed to running messages from Heck-Andrews to Mordecai’s…

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Chewing peppermint to obscure the incriminating caraway on my breath,…

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I sighed. ‘So are we doing the whole turkey number?’

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We were notified the will was out of probate. Hugh…

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I fell asleep in that chair, and dreamt about my…

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Walking in the back door two days later, I recalled…

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My presence had been commanded because one of Mordecai’s braids…

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I had always got a child-like buzz out of riding…

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I did not get home early. Mordecai kept us on…

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Truman returned from Hanover Trust ebullient, a welcome relief from…

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That night I dreamt about the auction. Not the house…

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‘You call wrecking my electric drill and a $300 television…

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After Mordecai left, our capacious kitchen closed in, the long…

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At Rex Hospital, Truman and I filled in Mordecai’s admission…

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