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In Character
Our protagonist just got home
Kyle found himself in the living room, sitting on the love seat. He didn’t remember walking in. Okay, I have my school books—well, the book we’re reading for English, anyway—so I must have gotten home from school. It’s afternoon outside, so that fits. Am I the only one home?
He listened. He could hear female voices coming from the kitchen, but could not make out the words. Mom and Jenn, maybe? Wait, this was a Tuesday, right? Maybe it was Mom and El? Was El supposed to be coming over to study? He couldn’t remember.
I should just go into the kitchen and find out. No big deal. Unless they’re talking about me? Mom might do that, she likes talking to El. Nothing to worry about my mom talking to my girlfriend, nope, no worries at all. Yeah, right. I’ll just walk into the kitchen, this is my house, I live here. Maybe I should cough first?
The nurse practitioner glanced at the elderly man sitting in the living room of the apartment in the retirement community. “So he’s still calm, most of the time, though, right? You aren’t worried about him doing anything that might be dangerous to himself or you?”
The senior woman in the kitchen with her kept her voice low as well. “I’m not worried, no, but I am… concerned, shall we say? His latest behavior is apparently tied to his books. He…
