How an Eight-Year-Old Girl Named Emily Reached Out for Help on Maplewood Drive
“Mr.
Miller.
Is that a telephone line?”
Thomas didn’t turn around.
“It’s an old house.
There’s wire all over the place.”
“Not stapled down along a baseboard there isn’t.”
“A crew came through here this summer,” Thomas said.
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