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Mr. Chapelier
The house had a fence around it, purely a symbolic gesture; it was far too delicate to keep anything out. The path continued past an open gate in the fence to end at the steps up to the porch that wrapped around the front of the house.
“Big place for just one man,” Hakim said.
“Nothing here is crowded,” April said. “It’s going to be a nice change, for as long as we stay here.”
“The neighbors are a little strange,” Hakim said.
“I’m sure you meant ‘strange’ in a heartbreaking way,” April said as Lars skipped up the steps and knocked on the front door.
Nothing stirred within.
Somewhere, something made a sound like a whistle.
“Was that a bird?” April asked, looking all around. There were trees dotted everywhere but she could spot no movement.
“We have those,” Charley
