When Kire arrived home later that day, he was surprised to see quite a number of people gathered at his neighbor’s house. The neighbor’s dog, a black Rottweiler with fat brown brows, was tired of barking at the throngs of strangers and sat grudgingly in his cage.
“What’s going on at Mr. Burke’s?” Kire asked his mom when he got home, pointing a thumb behind him toward the neighbor’s house.
She was in the middle of knitting a green sweater when he arrived. It was one of the ways she kept herself busy during the long, lonely days. Every year she knit three sweaters; one for herself, one for Kire, and one for Gerald, even though Gerald would never wear something so feminine.
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