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  It was early Sunday afternoon when we got home and everyone went to their rooms to finish unpacking their belongings. Tink went to the garage, which was almost finished. I was standing at my window when I felt another presence in the room. I turned, and Elizabeth was in the doorway.

  "Perhaps, young Jason is correct," Elizabeth whispered, very low so only I could hear. "Perhaps you should try to speak with his mother and tell her how you feel."

  "You really think so?"

  "What I know, is that you will not rest unless you try."

  I raced over to her and gave her a hug. "Thank you. I think I'll go for a walk."

  "Good luck."

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