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Luca
The Fairbanks home was as painfully immaculate as I remembered. Vivid green lawns grew on either side of a brick path, and I stretched out a foot to see if they were made from plastic because they sure looked like it. Nope, real. Flowers grew in regimented height order, and bird feeders were arranged in a perfect square around a stone birdbath. Squawks came from nearby trees. Gerald Fairbanks must have spent hours tidying the yard, but I guess if I were married to Elmira, I’d have wanted to get out of the house too. If you looked up the word “henpecked” in the dictionary, his picture would be there, droopy around the jowls and miserable as f**k.
I raised my hand to knock, but Elmira must’ve seen me coming because the door swung open before my knuckles connected.
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