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our way, and then hop toward the taller grass.
I turned to look at the house, a tall two-st
with a porch that wrapped all the way arou
Two robins paraded over the four wooden fi
steps. Alongside them was a ramp for Cell
wheelchair and a sparrow stood so still on if
looked stuffed. ;
It all seemed so magical, touched by a fai
wand and brought to life. *
"Home sweet home," Celine declared. "Wfe
a lot to modernize it after we bought its,
Victorian," she explained. I didn't know
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that meant, but from the way she said it, I
understood it was impressive.
The house looked like it had been recently
painted, a bright, crisp white. The paired entry
doors had mirrored glass in the top halves of each
and all the windows on the first and second floors
had filmy white curtains in them. Only the attic
windows were dark, with what looked like dark
gray drapes pulled closed.
"Your room faces the east so you will have
bright morning sunshine to wake you every day,"
Celine explained.
To the right and just behind the house was the
garage, but Sanford stopped the car in front and
got out quickly. He opened the trunk, took out
Celine's wheelchair, and moved to open her door.
"Get her things," Celine commanded as soon as
she was in her chair.
"Don't you want me to get you into the house
first?"
"No. I asked you to get her things," she re
peated firmly. "Where is that Mildred?" she mut
tered under her breathe '•;'
I stepped out and stared up at the house, my
new home. Celine had gotten a little ofBerwish.
The clouds had parted briefly and rays of light
made the windows glitter as we stood there, but
before we went up to the front doors, (he clouds
shifted and deepened the shadows again. Celine
shuddered and tightened the shawl Sanford had
placed around her shoulders.
"How do you like it?" she asked me expec
tantly.
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'St's beautiful," I said.
However, most of my life homes with fam