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The next day was Sunday. Jenny got up before sunrise, dressed in warm layers including her favorite oversized navy blue sweater, slipped the green journal and a pen into her sweater pocket and went carefully down the old stairs to try and keep them from creaking. At the bottom of the stairs she quietly opened the closet and retrieved her coat and hat. Aaron was sleeping on an air mattress set up in the front sitting room, since all three bedrooms were already occupied. Jenny couldn't see him, but she could hear him breathing deeply like a sleeping bear. She snuck down the hallway and slipped out the French doors off the kitchen, just in time to see the first rays of morning light sparking through the trees.
It was cold. Really cold. Jenny half wished she'd brought gloves on top of her
