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The next morning, both of us slept in until almost eight, and I think we needed it because neither of us moved quickly to get out from under the covers that Beau had decided he needed to hold down sometime in the middle of the night.
When we did get up, though, Sawyer was ready to go and didn’t even request his usual chocolate milk and videos on the couch. Instead, he wanted to head outside, take his bathroom break (country boys!), and play with his toy lawnmower. I, however, was not as quick moving and headed straight for the kettle and French press. Coffee was most definitely in order.
I had a lot of legwork to do for both my real job and the even more pressing research into the death of Earnestine Greene and the Monacan burial ground, and while Sawyer was getting more and more able
