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EDITH
That afternoon I did only three things. I went to my father to let him know that Carson & Co. would help him, bought a ticket to Connecticut after phoning the university and telling them not to cancel my senior year enrolment, and sent an email to Jake explaining my condition and that I would not be going to his place that night.
My father was very happy with my help and that of his friend. I explained to him that I had been dealing with his son, Jake, because Mitchell had had a heart attack. This worried my father very much.
"I thought you and Jake had a bad relationship," my father said thoughtfully.
"That's water under the bridge. He is much more mature now and I know he will do the right thing," I replied, pretending to really believe what I was sayin
