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us.”

“By us, you mean your business debts,” I said.

“It would pay for a very nice apartment for you at the Oak Creek Manor,” he said, ignoring my remark. “You wouldn’t have to worry about the roof or the taxes.”

“I am not selling this house,” I said, setting the kettle on the burner.

He stood up and took two steps toward me, his shadow falling across the continue reading …