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Because it was still dark, I heard Mom wake up. I realized it was two a.m. by opening one sleepy eye and concentrating on the clock on the nightstand. Why was she up at such a late hour? And where did she intend to go? The home was still excellent enough for me to hear her door wide open, but it was huge enough for the sound of her switch shimmy to fade away. My instincts advised me to return to sleep. I got out of bed because of the habit. Jason shook and drew in his air, as though he was waking up, so I immediately exited the room before further disturbing him. I walked toward the kitchen light, undecided whether I wanted to snoop on my mother or confront her and inquire what she was doing. She may have just gone for a sip of water. I leaned against with the wall next to the kitchen d
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