Michael pulled onto Festive Lane. He drove down the block for about a 1/4 of a mile until he approached the driveway to the house. The address on the mailbox read, “1-8” because the four had fallen off and never been replaced. Michael drove past the old iron gates at the front of the driveway and then backed the truck up so he could unload into the garage.     “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP,” sounded the truck as Michael backed up in reverse, using the mirrors to watch his distance to the garage. Michael stopped about 15- feet short of the garage door, giving himself enough room to pull out the metal ramp under the truck that he would use to roll down the two-wheel cart.To order the audio book visit https://www.audible.com/pd/B0BHF79H1P/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-325202&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_325202_rh_us

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