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Half an hour later, I’m pounding up the front steps to my childhood

home and throwing open the screen door. I twist the doorknob

and push on the wooden door behind it, expecting it to fall open

with its familiar creak, but I bump against it when it fails to open.

Tears start to slide down my cheeks again as I suddenly realize

that it’s locked. Of course it is – we always lock the door in this neighborhood – and I don’t have my keys because they’re sitting in my old purse, which is back at Kent’s house.

I lean against the door with a heavy sigh, closing my eyes and letting myself cry more. It’s all just too much –

Suddenly, I fall inwards as the door opens.

“Who…” Janeen says, and then gives a little gasp as I stumble into the house. “Fay!” she cries, her hands immediately on my arms, steadying me. “Are you all right? What’s –” But as soon as I turn my tear–stained face up to hers, she wraps me in a hug and holds me close. “Oh, baby,” she coddles, “baby, don’t cry! It’s okay! What’s wrong?”

making comfortable noises until I’m finished. When my tears start to lessen,

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nose and looking around

home?”

shakes her head. “No, he went out with his buddies. He

for

say, nodding. “I don’t want him to

I can tell she’s

say, taking her hand and nodding towards

not letting me pull her into the living room. “With tears like that, we’re having this talk over

out of me.

with a twist of lemon, but she adds a little orange juice to mine, knowing I need something sweet to cut the bite. As

in my hand.

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couch, her back against the arm, our feet mingling in the space between us. “Well?” she asks. I don’t say anything, just

it and frowning.