Even though the school is only a ten-minute walk from our house, our mother never goes with us. Her mornings are for sleeping. She doesn’t pick us up either.
My brother and I each have our own key, but occasionally we forget them. When that happens, we ring the bell, a particularly shrill bell, I should mention. She doesn’t always answer.
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