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faces were asleep, except for the smallest one, who was staring at me with eyes the same gray as my mother’s.

“Hey,” I whispered. “Hey, you.”

Right then, Mrs. Hunter came out of the unit next door in her bathrobe, her slippers slapping the concrete. She’d been my neighbor for six years and never once minded her business, which, that night, turned out continue reading …