The middle window looked down the driveway, and the front one looked across the top of Jonesville to a big hill behind it. I could see why they built houses like this, back in the day. Whoever launched an attack, you’d see them coming. It was the best room I’d ever been in, and also the best house. I said so, but Angus just shrugged. “It’s too much house for us.” “I didn’t think there was any such thing. Like too much money or too much food.” “A person can eat too much. Obviously. People die of it.” “Sign me up,” I said. Again the big sad eyes, puddles on a sidewalk. “Kidding,” I said. “Sorry.
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