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CHAPTER EIGHT-2
SOMEWHAT TIRED, MATT came to take Nat from Becka a little after three. By that hour, Nat must have finished his nap, and now, he was probably ready to go. Matt also hoped to get some lunch from Bryan because he hadn’t had the time for a bite since morning, and his stomach had been grumbling since noon. Matt didn’t bother to ring the bell. He doubted Becka had locked the door after he left in the morning. He knew that Bryan didn’t have any plans to go out that day, and that meant that he couldn’t have discovered his wife’s forgetfulness. He went directly into the house and for a second there, froze. His great-grandmother raised voice came from the back of the house. When she wanted, Rebecca’s voice boomed in a way that would have made a drill sergeant proud. “I can’t accept it, young ma
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