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Chapter 27 - EMMA COMES HOMEEmma came home four days after the porch.

She refused to step onto our front porch.

I did not understand at first.

Then saw her eyes.

Wooden column.

Railing.

Heat.

Chain memory.

“We can go through the garage.”

She nodded.

For three weeks, we used the garage.

Then one morning, she stood inside the front door.

Looked at the porch.

“Can we paint it?”

“What color?”

“Blue.”

The porch was white.

County historical board probably hated bright blue.

I did not care.

We painted it.

Emma helped with one small brush.

No chains.

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No clipboard.

No rules about staying clean.

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