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old man, three years in his grave, telling me that he had seen it. That he had seen me. That he had known all along which of Eli’s parents was actually raising him.
Eli tugged my sleeve. Did Grandpa leave me treasure? he asked.
In a way, I said. In a way, he did.
Mrs. Delgado handed me a tissue and looked very intently at her paperwork so that I could continue reading …
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