"We own land?" Henry asked, astonished. I knew the feeling. "Why are we just now learning this? Can we see where it is?" I inquired. Dad blushed, "Sure." He got up and went upstairs. After he came back, he set a paper map down, pointing at a red mark. We looked at the mark in silence. Our jaws dropped. I looked at Dad, then Henry, then back at the map. "We own this," Henry asked unsure. Dad cleared his throat, "Yes. The blue dot is where the house is."
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