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"This isn't my first time staying here, Aunt Zipporah. I don't need to get acclimated."

"No, but you've been through a lot more than

you might realize. And here you are putting down

stakes in a new world. You deserve some time to

yourself, honey. Besides, I want you to start thinking

how you would fix up the room to your liking.

Change anything you want and let me know what else

you need, lamps, pillows, anything. The room is never

used until you're here anyway. Tyler's parents are both

gone, and his sister lives in Canada, as you know." "I don't have to change anything," I said. "You'll see. You're going to be living in that

room for quite a while now," she said. "I don't want

you just to be comfortable. I want you to like where

you are," she added. It almost sounded like a warning. "Okay, Aunt Zipporah."

She paused, put her hands on her hips and

squinted at me with a half smile on her face. "You know what, Alice. I know it's a sign of

respect and everything, but you don't have to call me

Aunt Zipporah all the time. You can just call me

Zipporah. Besides, I'd like us to be friends more than

relatives, if you know what I mean."

I smiled. "Yes, I do. Thanks."

"That's nice to see, Alice."

"What is?"

"Your smil

e," she said. She gave me a kiss on

the cheek and I went to my room.

I finished unpacking what I had brought and

thought about what Aunt Zipporah asked me to do. I

knew that my grandmother was always itching to get

her hands on the inside of this house. Whenever we

had made a trip here and were heading home, she

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