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Chapter Six:
Hinges
Kagome closed her eyes when the un-greased hinges of her door squealed.
She scowled when the stairs moaned under her diminished weight.
She cringed when her foot hit the stand holding her grandmother's antique vase.
She tiptoed quickly past her mother, who lay with her head buried in her arms at the kitchen table.
She dodged Buyo as he waddled through the kitty door leading outside, heading to his food bowl.
Finally, Goshinboku. A few more feet and...
What the hell.
Kagome stared, dumbfounded, at the well house.
When did they do this?
Was everything and everyone against her?