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     The front door was opened and then quickly slammed shut, causing Corona to jump. He sat on the couch in the living room and had been waiting for his daughter to come home from school. He turned his head to the door and saw her standing there with her black backpack slung around her right shoulder. “Makaya?” he asked, his voice low and smooth with a heavy French accent. He watched her as she made her way down the hallway to her bedroom. That wasn't a good sign. He took in hand the black cane that was leaning against the couch beside him and he lifted himself to his feet. “Makaya?” he asked again, walking over to wh