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EZRA
Summer’s heat remained even as August drew to a close. Aaron took on a few more morning hours at the gym every week, and I used part of the money gifted to me from the fundraiser to purchase a nice chair for Phillip to sit in while watching TV with us at night.
I pushed for his company in the evenings to avoid temptation, oftentimes being the one to put the sleepy, grumbling man to bed after he passed out in the living room. A part-time job—also in the evening—became my next mission, and even though I could tell Aaron didn’t like the idea of me working, he agreed to let me use his old SUV to deliver pizzas since there was only one vehicle between the three of us.
Forty-nine, and I drove around our neighborhood in a borrowed car to avoid my friend’s affectionate son, dropping off
