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an apology. When I saw you at Patterson’s Market, I believed what your mother told me. I shouldn’t have.”
“It’s okay, Nancy.”
“It’s not. I should have asked you directly.”
Two days later, a card arrives in the mail from Barbara Jenkins.
No money inside, just a note.
“Proud of you, Myra. Your grandmother would be too.”
I put it on the fridge.
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