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Chapter 9
That evening when Craig Raverton came home, he found Schuyler playing basket-ball in the front yard. It had been almost a week since he had even gotten a glimpse of his son. When he had raised his concerns, Vienna had assured him that everything would sort itself out. So, he knew there was a problem but he had no clue as to what. Craig Raverton had kept the environment in his house such that whatever the matter, his son and his wife could talk to him. He was not a traditional person and believed that Schuyler trusted him enough to approach him with anything. However, both of them had yet to talk to him about the recent problem and he could not take it anymore. He had decided that today he would talk to both of them, but watching Schuyler play ball, a happy glow on his face, he realized it might not all be bad.
“Hello Son, it’s good to see you being yourself again,” he said as he approached Schuyler. Schuyler had not noticed his father as his mind was still filled with Ollive
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