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After school, they hesitated outside Elgin’s door. “Do we
knock?” Greta asked.
Ash raised his hand to knock before dropping it back
by his side. “I don’t know. We’re supposed to live here now.
Won’t it drive him crazy, us knocking every time we come or

go? He’ll have to come to the door in that weird outfit.”
“You’re right.” She pushed the door open, sliding off her
boots on the mat. “Hello! We’re home!” She didn’t want to
surprise him walking past in anything less than an undershirt
and fluorescent running shorts.
From behind a fern at the kitchen table, Elgin lifted his head
and waved. Ash and Greta hung out in their bedroom for an
hour, the smell of something fantastic wafting under the door.
“How’s this supposed to work?” Ash asked, peering over

the side of the bed at Greta. She sat cross-legged with her
homework spread out around her. He lowered his voice to
a near whisper. “Do we cook for ourselves? Can we use his
food? A job for every meal? I don’t get it.”

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