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“I’ve always paid my bills, Roderick, and you know it!” Gram snaps. “My payment’s going to be a little late, that’s all.” “You’re already sixty days overdue!” the policeman roars. “Money’s been a bit tight,” Gram says firmly. “The township will get theirs. I’ve had some. . . more important expenses.” “Eight hundred dollars in ten days, Etta Mae. . . or else!” he yells, stomping out the door. “Who is he?” you ask Gram. “Roderick Carter,” She replies. “The town policeman.” “Do you really owe eight hundred dollars?” you ask. “I had some unexpected expenses,” Gram explains. “Don’t worry about it. Roderick’s like his Uncle Sam. Just because they owned the Anchor, they think they own the town and everyone in it.” “His Family owned the mine?” you ask. Gram nods. “Your grandfather worked for Sam Carter. The man was crazy with greed. I get upset just talking about him.”

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