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Chapter Six

under the stoop, she finally finds what she is looking for. The
key. She opens the door and walks in.
What? What is this place? Who lives here? Why are we here?
“Is this where we’re going to be staying?” I ask Billy, as he
loads a pile of clothes over his arms.
“Yup,” he replies curtly. Billy is always a person of few
words.
Vian climbs over me to get out of the car. She and Billy
start carrying things into the townhouse. I can’t move. I am
completely lost in thought. Are we really coming here to live?
And if it is true, why didn’t we even get to say good-bye to anyone?
It’s all happening way too fast. My head is spinning and my
tummy feels upset. An unusual sadness has overwhelmed me.
I wish I could throw up! I want this feeling to be out of me. I
just want to turn around and drive back home.
“Kelita, aren’t you coming?” Vian asks me, excitement in her
voice as she grabs her pillow from the front seat. She doesn’t have
any idea, my poor, dear sister. She thinks this is all a big adventure.
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” I grab one of the smaller
suitcases from the trunk and slowly make my way to the front
door. Inhaling deeply, I step inside and survey the living room.
Well, there’s not much in here.
I drop the suitcase as Vian grabs my hand and leads me
upstairs to see our bedroom. I am shocked. Beyond-belief
stunned.
“What’s that bed doing here? I point to the ancient saggy
mattress, perched on a rickety wooden frame. “And that ugly
dresser?”
Vian just shakes her head. Maybe she doesn’t remember?
“This is all our old yucky furniture!” I am totally disgusted.
“I wonder how it got here?”
My mind is racing. I am beginning to understand. Over

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