![]() ![]() ![]() Sequoyah used to get in trouble at the shelter for slipping out at night to take walks, so he fit right into this house full of secrets and relative freedom. They lived in rural Oklahoma, and the quiet suited them all the Troutts were kind people, and everyone in the house liked to be by themselves a lot, with Agnes going for drives, Harold napping in the basement where he surprisingly ran an illegal bookie shop, George lying on his bed meditating, and Rosemary heading to the woods with a drawing pad. “I have been unhappy for many years now,” he begins, then tells the story of how his mother went to jail on a drug charge and, after a stint at a shelter, he wound up living with the Troutts, Harold and Agnes, and their two other foster kids, the eccentric George, 13, who was prone to sleepwalking, and 17-year-old Rosemary, who shared Sequoyah’s Native American heritage and liked to talk about death. That’s no spoiler: Sequoyah tells us about Rosemary’s death within three sentences of the start of his tale. ![]() A man looks back on 1989, the year he was 15, when he was living in a foster home and a girl who was also living there died in front of him. ![]()
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