I learn so much from my clients’ stories. From the Notebook of Maggie McDonald Simplicity Itself Organizing Services Sunday, September 7, Early morning Jason moved between me and the impaled squirrel, backing David and me into the house while he dialed his phone. “I want a patrol team walking the road in front of the house until dawn,” he barked into the phone. “At six, I want them going door-to-door asking questions. Put our best guys on it. If anyone in this neighborhood saw anything or knows anything, we need to know too.” We reconvened in the kitchen. Jason topped off our coffee and started a new pot. He took a sip and placed a hand on David’s shoulder. He looked at Stephen and Munchkin. “Are you two okay to stay here for what’s left of the night?” he said. Stephen nodded. If anyone had asked me later, I would have sworn Munchkin did too. “That’s not necessary . . .” I began, but Jason interrupted me. “No arguments, Maggie,” Jason said. “This is serious stuff.
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