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coloring her paper lighthouse and looked up at me.
“Are we going to live with Grandmother Diane?” she asked.
“No,” I said, sitting down between them.
“We are moving to our own house.”
“Is it a rental?” Emma asked, her eyes fixed on my face.
“No,” I said, putting my hand over hers.
“It is our permanent house.”
“But Daddy said we didn’t have any money left,continue reading …
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