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dress uncreased, like a woman who belonged.
The driver, a cheerful young man with a Mets cap turned backward, glanced at me in the mirror and grinned.
“You look elegant, ma’am. Big event?”
I smiled the way only a grandmother on the way to a wedding can smile.
“My granddaughter is getting married.”
“Well then,” he said, “somebody’s lucky to have you there.continue reading …
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