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Chapter Four
Chapter Four I flick through all the mail. Every letter is addressed to my father. I look up at Bennett. “What the f**k?” I say because I don’t know what else to say. “I don’t know,” Bennett replies. I look back down at the mail. Most are just bills. A lot of it is junk mail. There is another boom of thunder that startles me out of my focus. Bennett firmly grabs my arm and leads me to the patio. He pulls on the door and it is unlocked. I trail after him onto the patio. It is screened in to keep bugs out. There is a broken down grill in one corner and a dirty table in another. The sliding glass doors have blinds shut so we cannot see inside. I sit down on one of the chairs near the table and look at the mail. “How can my dad’s name be on this? Does that mean Dad’s the owner? I’ve neve
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