Mr. Rempel

“Really now? Mr. Rempel is a teacher?”

“Oh no. He’s my new friend.”

Jill stiffened, feeling cold. She didn’t like the sound of that.

“He’s a little man who lives outside, in the tree hollows,” Chelsea said matter-of-factly, and Jill felt the tension begin to dissipate. “We talk sometimes, when I get mad or sad or just feel like talking.”

“A little man? Smaller than me?”

“Way smaller. He’s even smaller than a cat.”

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