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Isabel: I told you. I’m sorry he was so rude to you and your brothers. Your mom, though...wow. She’s a queen. I’ve never seen anybody put him in his place like that.

Isabel: Travis?

Travis: I want to ask you something. Please don’t lie to me.

Isabel: Okay.

Travis: Do you promise you won’t lie?

Isabel: I won’t lie. But I can’t promise to answer, either.

Travis: I guess if you don’t answer, that will be an answer on its own, won’t it?

Travis: My dad followed you and your family out to the car. I know because I was kinda following, too, and I saw him. I didn’t say anything about it. I planned to, but then we got home and everybody had gone to bed ... well, I went downstairs and heard him talking to Mom.

Isabel: About what? Why would he follow me?

Travis: The same reason I did. He was worried your dad would hurt one of you.

Travis: Isabel?

Travis: Iz?

Travis: Iz, damn it, answer me or I’m calling.

Isabel: Don’t call! Please!

Travis: You’re scared of him.

Isabel: I can’t answer that.

June

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