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Lisa
19 days since finding grace
Now that they were officially moving, Singer was packing. Now that Singer was packing, so was everyone else.
Lisa took a break from poking around in boxes (her entire life had been boxed up and stacked in the garage, apparently, with Dad’s blocky “LISA” on all four sides of each box) and found Frankie in the kitchen, making coffee at five p.m.
“You too, huh?” Frankie asked.
“Me too what?”
“Well, you’re covered in a layer of dust, and you’re sweating like a pig. I assume you’ve been in purgatory trying to decide what parts of your life you want to keep and what parts you want to throw away.”
“You mean the garage? Yeah. I didn’t see any of your stuff in there, though.”
Frankie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I hid it behind other stuff, hoping Singer woul
