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“Come pick out what you’d like,” Halli said. I followed her into the kitchen. But instead of stopping there, opening up some cupboards or a refrigerator (she didn’t even have a fridge, as far as I could tell), Halli led me through a door at the side of the kitchen. We stepped out into a cold walkway with bare white walls and a plain stone floor, and stood outside another door.
It turns out Ginny hadn’t left Halli just one house on that piece of property, she’d left her two. We were about to enter the second one.
“We leave our shoes here,” Halli said, even though she was wearing just her fuzzy red socks. She slipped on a pair of black fabric clogs sitting at the side of the door. “You can wear those.”
I took off my sneakers and stepped into the second pair of clogs, and realized they
