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We were eating dinner when I asked how we were supposed to afford a three week trip to New Hampshire. We weren’t exactly well off, and winter was by far the most expensive time of year. “Oh David, that's nothing you need to worry about” My mom answered. “I’ve already talked to Fred about it.” I glanced at Fred, who was reading a newspaper I didn’t recognize. “I know the guy who runs the place son. No need to worry ‘cause we’re getting in for a bargain.” He didn’t even glance up until realizing he didn’t get a response. “Jenny, would you mind putting David to bed? He needs his rest for the road tomorrow.” My mom stood and pointed to my bedroom. I sighed and began trudging to my room, when suddenly my mom was hot on my heels. “Go to bed, David. You need your rest for the road tomorrow.” She followed me to my bed, and as I sat down I spoke. “Can we talk about something?” She had already began exiting the room, so she turned to respond. “Sure thing sport, what's up?” I peered through the sliver of light emerging past my mother’s silhouette, greeted by an otherwise empty hallway. “Can we talk about Fred?” Her brow furrowed. “What about him?” “I don’t know… I just don’t know if I like living with him that much. I don’t think he likes me very much.” She chuckled, but regained composure after seeing the distress on my face. “Oh David, that’s nonsense. Fred wants the best for both of us.” “He just seems so rude sometimes…” My mom sighed and came back to my bed, sitting

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