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Chapter 4
The two-floor Tudor with its wrought-iron door comprised of metal roses, and a castle-like tower in gray-black brick on its left side, still reminds Jonah of something out of Game of Thrones. The picket fence surrounding the postage stamp-size front yard is covered in fresh snow. Again, Jonah recalls the fond first eighteen years of his life living here: Jake beating him up anytime he could, Willa being a chatterbox, and their mother on some kind of unthinkable rampage, bitching all the time, maybe drinking too much. Home sweet home. Then and now. Willa and Bobo’s new electric car, a Nissan Leaf, sits in the drive. It’s parked behind Pam’s beat-up minivan that has over 150,000 miles on it; a backfiring beast that finally needs slain and recycled. Bill doesn’t own a car since he likes to t
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