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had always waited.
“Did you write letters for them too?” I asked. “The wives before me.”
“Yes.”
“After they were gone?”
“Yes, Mattie.”
I swallowed hard.
“So I am next.”
“Come with me,” he said gently. “If you still want to leave after this, I will not stop you.”
That last part mattered more than I expected. So I went.
We drove in silence. Not the comfortable continue reading …
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