The doorbell rang.
His mother’s face tightened (or so it appeared to him). Rosemary fussed, on the verge of a full-throated cry, as his mother lowered her into her folding Pack-and-Play. I know how you feel, Brandon thought. She walked to the door, stepping over two stacks of magazines. Through the lace curtain on the door, Brandon could […]
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