The Attic

Fiction

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The old man with the eye patch was coming! My name is Naomi, and my sister is Jacqueline. We were ten and nine years old. To my recall, Mom had never mentioned the man’s name. We had always thought of him as the man with the eye patch. I thought he was a distant uncle or a cousin removed, whatever that meant.

Well, anyway, he was coming — to our house. We knew from Mom’s announcement that we were to behave…