I sat by lamplight, dutifully bill paying at the kitchen counter. It was Friday night, in the dead of winter. Jon gone on a business trip, wouldn’t get home ‘til midnight. The kids watching “Robots” in the rec. room, scarfing popcorn. Unconventional Mousetrap by allie taylor Scritch scritch. I froze. Scratch. Silence. Tch tch. Noiselessly, I…

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