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from
Chapter 3:
"At least I want to meet the people I'm supposed to leave
my daughter with for three weeks. You and your friend haven't
arranged for them not to be home, I hope." Dad gives
me a sour look. For the first time, I feel bad about tricking
them. But it's their fault. They should treat me like Mockingbird's
dad treats him if they want me to tell them everything.
"I think they'll be home," I say.
We're on the narrow graveled road to Wild Wind
now. "Why don't they grade this thing?" he says,
more to himself than to me, as he slows enough to keep from
tearing up the car. We come to the mailbox. "Wild Wind
Community?" He turns to look at me. I look out my window,
my whole body tense, my face flaming.
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