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him clean out the hall closet.
“Different how?”
“I don’t know. Lighter, maybe.”
Frank folded one of Margaret’s winter scarves and placed it in a donation box. “Maybe I’m adjusting.”
Diane looked at him carefully. “That’s good.”
But she did not sound convinced.
The truth came out by accident.
Frank had printed one of Evelyn’s emails because the computer screen continue reading …
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