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Gil

“Want some more?” Summer asks, but Gil shakes his head. The house is yellow. There are real lemons in his lemonade.

“I’m glad you came!” She turns to the oven. “We’ll eat when Kevan gets home, and then discuss after that. You like tetrazini?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Ma’am.” Kevan? His English teacher has a first name?

Summer smiles. “Maybe if you like this, you can host a meeting sometime.”

He shakes his head. He’ll be fine in the book club, but not at home. How could he bring them there, to the dark walls, the smell of human, ketchup and dog?

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