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Seven years ago... Jeff was sitting on the couch and looked up from his journal he had been doodling and drawing in as the doorbell rang. He looked from the doorway to the kitchen whimpering as Margaret came out, wiping her hands with a dish towel. She handed the towel to Jeff, “Can you take that back to the kitchen, baby?” Jeff took the towel and got up from the couch and ran off to the kitchen. Margaret opened the door, on the doorstep stood a woman holding a square Pyrex pan, with her daughter standing behind her. The way they were dressed was so pristine in pearls and curls that it looked almost fake, though the daughter looke