that Tuesday, Travis went out to the shed.
He does that when something’s on his mind. He says he’s checking inventory. But there isn’t much inventory to check in October.
I went upstairs and knocked on Kaylee’s door.
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She was lying on her bed with her shoes still on, which she knows I hate. Staring up at the ceiling fan.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” I said.
“Good,” she said. “Because I don’t want to.”
I sat down
