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“I won’t.”
There was another pause.
Then my son said, very softly, “I’m sorry I’m not there.”
That nearly broke me.
But I swallowed it down and said, “You’re here now.”
On December 26th, I called Patricia Rowland, a real estate attorney whose office was in a brick building twenty minutes from the house. Her receptionist told me Patricia was booked until continue reading …
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