The house was a rental on Fontenelle Boulevard. Two bedrooms, a yard that had given up, and the same furnace that ran three months behind the weather.
The man inside the house had a daughter. Eight years old. She slept in the back bedroom with a lamp on.
The men left. The man on the floor of his hallway got up. He would require ongoing management for the next twenty-five years.
The child went back to her room. She left the lamp on.
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