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school,” he said. “Grandma told her you had an appointment.”
“Quincy, I need the notebook.”
His eyes darted past me.
“Not here.”
“Where?”
He swallowed.
“In the cemetery.”
I stared at him.
He gripped both straps of his backpack. “Mommy’s grave has loose stones behind it. I hide things there because Grandma won’t go near her unless people are watching.”
The wind continue reading …
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