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Chapter 5

I had the next day free because Aunt Collette was off from work. A whole day to myself—no taking care of Mem, no cutting the grass, nothing but taking it easy. The first thing I did was sleep until I felt like getting up—I didn’t even hear Mem sneak in to get the ferrets—and then I wandered down to the kitchen to call Mo and Reed.

Aunt Collette was scooping coffee beans into the grinder and humming some country western song. She was wearing a striped beach dress and looking tired again, or maybe she just didn’t have her lipstick on yet. “Morning, sunshine,” she said. “Your mom called earlier. Want some joe? It’s decaf.”

“I’ll give it a try.”

“The way I like it—black—or the way Remember likes it—with enough cream and sugar to rot out all your teeth?”

“How about somewhere in between?”

“You got it.” She turned on the grinder and took three mugs out of the dishwasher. They were the mugs Mom gave her last Christmas, with snowmen in Hawaiian shirts and sunglasses. The shirts reminded me of the one The Man was wearing yesterday, and I considered asking her about him, but then the phone rang.