Actually, there was so much he could barely see Grandma’s lace tablecloth underneath. How many people had she expected to show up, anyway? Not that they would’ve fit. The place she moved into after Grandpa died...it was really little. So little, in fact, that when Coop and Linnie would stay here on the weekends after Dad moved in with Grandma, Linnie would sleep with her and Coop got the pullout sofa. Instead of sharing Dad’s bed, which...nuh-uh. Even though he used to climb in bed with Mom and Dad on Saturday mornings when he was littler, and the bed would be all warm and smell like Mom’s perfume, and Dad would tickle him with his whiskery face.... Coop cleared his throat, trying not to think about back then. About when everything had felt good. Before Dad lost his job and they had to leave their house, where Coop had had his own room and there’d been a big backyard, and Dad had promised that when he turned five, they’d get a dog.
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