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He blinked furiously to keep his tears from spilling out.
“No.”
The wooden chair creaked as she sat back against it and
glanced at me. I knew what she was thinking: would he have
answered differently if mother wasn’t in the room? There were also
questions that we needed to ask Mother Dearest that weren’t
appropriate in front of her child.
Time to split them up.
“Timmy, does this activity happen in any rooms besides
yours?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah. I can be anywhere. He lives in the closet
but he’ll follow me upstairs sometimes. He gets bored down there.”
“But it’s mostly in your room?”
Another nod.
“Do you think you could show me your room?” Susannah
posed the question that one hundred percent of the straight male
population wanted to hear from her.
Without a word, he pushed back his chair and started over to
the stairs. Susannah followed after and touched my shoulder on her
way past me. Good luck.
“Mrs. Johansson, could you give me the tour of the rest of
the house?” I asked as their footsteps thudded lightly against the
carpeted stairs. “And do you mind if I take pictures?” I reached into
my back pocket and pulled out the little digital camera that was
resting there.
“Oh, sure.” She rose and gestured around us. “Obviously,
this is the kitchen and dining area. To our left is the living room.”
As I tailed her down the hallway, I clutched my open folder
and tried hard to emphasize the fact that I was just reading the
questions off of a sheet. These were the ones that made people puff
up and hiss at us. “I have to ask you again if you or your husband
are heavy drinkers or do any kind of illegal drugs. I promise you that
your answers are absolutely confidential.”
She frowned over her shoulder as she paused in a doorway.
“No, I can assure you that our answers on the sheet were accurate.
We barely even keep alcohol in the house, and nobody is on drugs.”
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