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isten, Dani.” Barney stood in the dark of the backyard, a packed suitcase waiting at his feet. “I’ve rented a furnished apartment at The Oakwood until this situation with the racist, the cat, and the kid sorts itself out.”
“Ssh.” She glanced back at the apartment. They were huddled a far distance from the back windows, but still close enough to hear if Jack fell or Violet tried to run away; she hadn’t yet, but why wouldn’t she? “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Barney, what am I supposed to do?” she hissed.
“Put him in a nursing home. Let them deal with his crazy 1950s white male s**t. I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me about the cat, Dani. Not cool.”
“Sorry, I know, sorry, but I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“So, you just let me have an asthma attack? Put your dad in a home.”
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