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father sat silently beside them.
Then he said, “The roofline seems impractical.”
Savannah’s smile vanished.
Before I could speak, my mother turned to him.
“Richard.”
One word.
Quiet.
Firm.
He looked annoyed.
But he stopped.
Savannah looked at her grandmother with cautious amazement.
So did I.
Later, while Megan and Paul were arguing softly in the kitchen about continue reading …
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