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Jennifer Jackson opened her eyes, then closed them again as the early-morning sun beaming in through the window of her bedroom shone a little too brightly for her sleep-dilated pupils. After a few moments, she slowly opened them again, then took a minute to orient herself to her surroundings. From her bed, looking out of

Andrew Jackson ambled slowly down the sidewalk in the direction of the café. He reached up to pull down the brim of his new Outback hat, shielding his eyes from the brightness of the hot morning sun. A pickup truck drove towards him on the main street, bright-blue paint sparkling, sunlight reflecting from an abundance

Rose Jackson stared out the window at the cold, cold wet day. Rain pounded on the roof and water gushed out of the downspout at the corner of the sunroom, creating a river that ran steadily along the edge of the flower bed and down to the ditch that bordered the backyard. She slouched down

Jennifer Jackson pushed her plate away and leaned back in her chair. “That was so good,” she said. “Thank you. I’m stuffed.” Her boyfriend Alan did the same. “Those are the best mashed potatoes I’ve ever had,” he said. “I’d pay for the recipe.” Jennifer’s father, Andrew, laughed. “I should have written it down,” he