Asking the Wrong Questions
“So why did he stop coming here?” Ed asked.
Jem shrugged. “Maybe he was ashamed of his port rat.”
Ed shot him a dubious look. “Maybe that’s a stupid thing to say about yourself. I never met him, but from all accounts he was proud of you. As proud as if you were his own kid.”
Jem looked at Ed, feeling his jaw drop a little.
Ed g…
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