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Mossy gate opens Ma calls the house to supper Tripping on childhood

He eased open the back door, grimacing with the attempt to wish away the usual squeal of the lower-middle-class door hinges. He had spent two hours in a seedy pub to delay his homecoming until after Patty would be asleep. She always wanted to chatter at him when he came home from a business trip. Jeff was too tired from traveling all night, the two beers at the bar,and of her. Illuminated only by the green LED display on the microwave, the kitchen and house beyond, were silent. Jeff sighed wi...