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Scarlett felt watchful eyes following her as she entered the house she shared with her son. He still complained of a light in his room and scratching at the walls. Mice, she explained to the growing boy with the light mop of hair and searching eyes.
“It doesn’t sound like mice, mom.” He no longer accepted her circumferential explanations. On occasion, he saw the man who was Michael Kane standing somberly in the doorway of the workshop or in the hallway outside his room.
“I saw that man again. Who is he?”
“He’s a friend, Troy. Don’t let it bother you. He’s like a spirit in the house. He won’t hurt us.”
Leela had bought him a St. Christopher’s medal and a St. Nicholas medal to hang on a cord around his neck to protect him from evil spirits. Troy fondled the icons around his neck. “Wo
