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Chapter Twenty-Five: Mrs. Miller
JACKSON I finally caught Mrs. Miller at home. I think I might have woken her up, as she shuffled to the door in a ratty bathrobe and bare feet, with her hair kind of smushed on one side. She looked tired, and a little less hostile than the last time I’d come face to face with her. I shuffled my feet anxiously. “Good morning Mrs. Miller.” She sighed, “I already told you, Raymond’s not here, Jackson. He’ll be gone the whole summer.” I nodded my head. “I know. I wanted to talk to you, actually. Please.” I saw her expression flicker doubtfully, but finally she moved aside and let me enter their house. I looked around their living room curiously. The furniture was mismatched and probably second hand, but everything was neat and clean and homey. A hell of a lot different than my living r
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