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”
I did.
Not with anger, not in a rush.
Methodically, the way Gerald had taught me to organize things.
The chore chart, the sewing room, the grocery shelf, the brochure, the word house, the way she’d said it, like it was already theirs to liquidate.
Patricia wrote steadily.
When I finished, she set down her pen.
“Mrs. Briggs,” she said, “I want you to know continue reading …
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