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I put down my knitting.
“I think he convinced you smallness was peace.”
She nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
Then she said, “Did Dad ever make you feel that way?”
The question surprised me.
“No,” I said. “Your father and I had our faults. We argued about money, about your brother’s college choices, about whether the roof could last one more winter when it absolutely continue reading …
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