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"Hoas your day?" I atteh

We arrive at my father’s e, cast-iron fence

"Yes?"

"Wilson," I say into the speaker "It’s Avery"

"Avery," he sings "How lovely I’ll open the gate"

I love Wilson, entle old man that, for soates in to slide open Jacob and I step in and walk up the long driveway to row up here; he got it after uess the old house was too much for him

I don’t knock when I reach the front door; I never have to I open it to face Wilson He’s s at me, and he instantly reaches out and pulls ray, with pale-brown eyes He’s built, tall and quite powerful I hug him with a smile and look up at him He always smiles at me the way I wish Papa would sone

"How are you, Wilson?"

He pinches ood as you, it seems You look wonderful, Avery"

I bea Jacob’s hand

"Wilson, good to see you," Jacob says, stepping past us and heading down the hall "Is he in the office?"

"Yes sir," Wilson says, rolling his eyes at lares at us, but we both stare innocently at hio," I whisper, kissing Wilson’s cheek quickly before rushing off towards Jacob

We reachin I see ar in his hand His once dark-brown hair is now greying, and he’s gotten leaner as age has gone on He turns to stare at us, and his eyes--the saain He forces a smile but it’s the fakest, emptiest smile I’ve ever seen

"Avery," he mutters "I didn’t think I’d see you anytih he’s acting as through it’s nor over and giving hiruo," Jacob says, walking to his desk and sitting down

I’ my father a look

"Have you spoken to Liahtens "Lia to chase him"