Chapter 13 Thirteen

"I know! I'll be back by dinner!"

I quickly pull on my jacket and shrug my backpack up my shoulders. Grandma comes into the front room with an umbrella and hands it to me.

"Thanks," I smile and take it.

"Always forgetting. Been here a month and-how many times has it been-caught in the rain maybe ten? Fifteen times?"

My brows furrow. "No way. No

            
            

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