I slid a note under the door and left a few second-hand books. Hopefully the note will reset our tone and provide Jacket’s mom a way out (of the lies of being in Florida) to connect with me.
I wrote “I heard you were back in town! Come by Trick-or-Treating, I have a TON of chocolate….Here’s my number… I love you all, Rebecca”
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