Chapter 4“Which one’s nothing to you?” The little excavator didn’t move very quickly. “Ewan Parish?” Though it did enter my mind Ezra could be trying to get away from me, I was able to keep up with ease, like a riding instructor strolling alongside his student on a little pony. “Are you a Dupree, then? Delaware Dupree II, III, IV, V, or maybe VI?”
We crunched and groaned up the driveway. The bulldozer did. Ezra might have groaned, too. I had no idea what ages coincided with the names I’d read in the hall of records. Still, a life tenancy indicated some Delaware Dupree would have lived in the house at one time, presumably until his death.
“I told you my name,” Ezra said.
“Well, yeah. You’re Ezra. Though many people don’t go by their given name.”
“Did someone actually name you Titus?”
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