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The Truth About Faeries
Randolph stepped through the door calling out, 'I'm home.'
He closed his eyes as a fresh wave of grief hit him. He had forgotten again. Randolph sighed, went into the kitchen and faltered.
The mountain of dirty dishes was washed and stacked.
Randolph frowned. He had not cleaned his kitchen for weeks, yet it was sparkling.
He recalled his argument with Batty Patty about faeries. Patty insisted they didn't only cause mischief but were responsible for good deeds when someone was in need.
Randolph said she was talking nonsense.
''You'd be surprised,' said Batty Patty.
Randolph was indeed surprised.