The bones were white, painted white by a shaky fifth grader's hand while a mother looked on. A science project, once upon a time.
But now, something different.
Skeleton -
"Honey, are we keeping this?" Mr. Marret called to his wife.
She stopped by the door and looked in, smiled.
"Yes," she said.
"Why?"
"Skeletons," she said, "in the closet."
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