who paid for them.
For the first year it was fine. Better than fine. I had a key. I had a coffee mug there, a stupid mug with a chip in the handle that I left in their cabinet so I’d always have my mug. I babysat Lily on Tuesdays.
Then Patricia started coming around.
The Mug Disappears
It’s never one big thing. It’s the mug.
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