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After the roller coaster ride of that double date and meeting the Morrison family, Nate’s next visit with S.G. was relaxing in comparison. A few days earlier, he’d cleared out an old storeroom for her. It had a small window that looked out on the side lawn. It was tiny, but that didn’t bother her. She told Nate that she’d lived in a tiny nook next to the stone hearth, so she was used to small spaces.
“S.G., there’s something I’ve been wondering about.” He handed her the usual bag of hamburger and fries that he brought every night. He’d also begun including some fruits and vegetables—carrots, radishes, cucumbers, seeing which things she ignored and which she devoured. Tonight he’d brought her a kiwi.
She peered at it with a mystified expression. “What is this?”
“It’s called a kiwi. Y
