The door creaked open as Aunt Marla stared at Leo with cold, tired eyes, muttered that he was smaller than she expected, told him to take off his shoes and not touch anything, then pointed to the basement and said that’s where he’d be sleeping, and as she lit a cigarette and flopped onto the stained couch, she barked out chores, warned him not to talk back, not to touch the thermostat, and to stay out of sight when her “friends” came over, leaving Leo to quietly descend into the dark alone.
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