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Show 26 There are property tax exemptions, Gram noted. Had he looked into these? What can you hock?, was Dyna's first impulse, although she knew full well the state of Oscar's furnishings. They'd go to the Senior Citizen's Coalition, they decided, or straight to Legal Aid* "You can't sell a man's house out from under him, even if it is an old eyesore!" Gram raged. "By god, my grandfather built that house!" Oscar said. "It's a real pioneer monument!" Finally, Dyna left the house and walked over to the park, not telling the old folks she was going. She leaned against the duck pond fence until it made permanent patterns on her cheek and arm, wishing all the while that Glub-Glub would show up. Like Oscar, she needed to share her misery. Then, when the dark became more scary than comforting, she returned home. Dyna crept past her own room where Oscar was snoring in his sleep, changed into pajamas, and crawled into bed beside Gram. The creative writing journal seemed suddenly trivial. Who was Kate Simpson, anyway? Life at Bonneville High was an animated cartoon that had little to do with her. Parker and Jan and Hot Shot Anzak lived in a whole different world. Who was she trying to kid? |