the family murder case (part three)
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A few minutes later, as we started to eat, I said, "I was reading a report about the U-town school today."
Ron nodded, chewing seriously. She obviously thought this was idle dinner chit-chat.
"Ron," I asked. "How old are you?"
"Who wants to know?" she demanded around a mouthful of macaroni and cheese.
I leaned over and said, "I want to know. And don't talk with your mouth full."
She swallowed. "Almost thirteen."
"So," Jan said, "you're twelve years old."
She nodded.
"You need to go to school," I said.
She looked surprised. "I don't go to school."
Jan looked severe. "The statement, 'I don't have to go to school because I don't go to school,' is not logical, and in my opinion, the lack of logic illustrates that you need to go to school."
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