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My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

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the brass key on the small hook beside it.

“That’s the one from Christmas?”

“Yes.”

He touched it with one finger.

I didn’t move.

“I didn’t know you had somewhere to go,” he said.

“I know.”

He dropped his hand.

Outside, Katie yelled that Ben had put a worm in her coat pocket.

Daniel winced. “I should…”

“You should.”

He walked to the car.

I watched from the doorway continue reading …

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