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Mommy is in heaven now. Daddy says her batteries don’t work anymore and that the funnel house isn’t heaven. But grandma says she’s in heaven.”
    Inga stared at her, wondering what in the hell a funnel house might be, how a funnel house would be confused with heaven, and who’d told her that Mommy had batteries?
    Madalyn arranged the furniture in the house, stopping occasionally to give Liam an order. “Liam don’t put the dog on the kitchen table. Dogs go outside. See the dog house? Put the dog in the dog house, Liam.”
    Inga hid a smile behind her hand. Madalyn definitely liked giving orders, and apparently wanted everyone to be well-aware of how things were supposed to be in their house.
    “But this lady here. She doesn’t have to be a Mommy, Liam. She can be a nanny like Miss Inga.” Madalyn held up the doll inspecting her hair, then looked at Inga. “Your hair is yellow like her hair.”
    Inga nodded, smiling at Madalyn.
    “Yep, she looks like you, Miss Inga. I’ll put her in the house. She’s the nanny.” Madalyn’s smile beamed, the cute dimple on her left cheek identical to her father’s.
    “I think you should put me in the kitchen so I can make lunch and clean, right?”
    Madalyn nodded and immediately put the nanny doll in the kitchen. “Come and see, Liam! It’s Miss Inga in the kitchen. We have a girl in the house again.”
    Liam, happy to follow Madalyn’s lead, clapped excitedly in support.
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    B y the third day in the house, Inga found that she’d fallen into a comfortable pattern of managing the house, and caring for the children. She had cleaned the kitchen and living room, ridding both rooms of dust bunnies and cobwebs, and reorganized the cupboards.
    It’d been a beautiful sunny Friday and after taking a brisk walk outside, the children rode their bikes in the driveway. Soon enough they were starving, both of them devouring their lunch completely. Fortunately, neither child argued or complained about taking their afternoon nap.
    Inga decided to surprise Garrett by cleaning his bedroom too. Acutely aware that some of Anne’s things might still be in the room, she had decided that she wouldn’t touch them or move any of them.
    Should I call him to be sure it’s okay?
    She shrugged off her hesitancy and moved forward with her cleaning. The goal would be cleaning under the bed, changing and washing the linens, dusting, and organizing closets and dressers.
    After stripping the bed and gathering the sheets she brought them to the laundry so he would have a freshly made bed for the night. After vacuuming the room, including the ceiling and ceiling fans, she then decided to tackle the walk-in closet. Anne’s original organization skills were still on display, but the closet was still cluttered.” Nothing she couldn’t fix. She looked over her shoulder to see what time it was She had two hours until the kids woke up. More than enough time to organize and throw another load in the washer.
    She had a mound of laundry in the middle of the floor that she’d made from all the clothes piled in the closet, along with any random unfolded pieces of clothing that she couldn’t confirm were actually clean. In the process of moving a container, she heard a light thud on the wooden floor of the closet and the tinkling of a metal buckle. She thought it was a belt.
    Upon closer inspection, she realized it was anything but.
    It was a leather collar that was engraved with the word HIS . Inga fingered the letters — the leather was thick but supple and the buckle was silver with a heart shaped lock on it. Right next to the collar was a black leather flogger. She picked it up by the silver, metal handle. Cold. The cold mental handle felt heavy in her hand. A smooth hard ball at the end had her curiosity piqued –she guessed it must have made it easier to hold it with the ball at the end of the handle. It felt heavier than she imagined it would. She wondered running her fingers through the