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“Do you want me to have one again?”
“Not yet.”
She nodded.
Larry grabbed the pencil from the kitchen drawer.
“I’m taller now.”
The door returned to its hinges.
“You were here last week.”
“Still.”
He backed against the pantry door.
My hip complained when I started to stand.
Melissa noticed.
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She didn’t reach for the pencil.
“Want me to?”
I handed it to her.
“He cheats.”
“Want me to?”
“I do not!” Larry protested.
Melissa smiled and placed the pencil over his head.
Then we both noticed Robert’s old writing beside her childhood mark.
MELISSA – 8 – HEELS DOWN
Melissa looked at eight-year-old Larry.
“Heels down.”
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She drew a new line.
LARRY – 8
“Heels down.”
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