I wrote about her, once, without her knowledge, and the story sold. Now, unbidden, she e-mails me the hometown obituaries every day, although I left the Parish years ago. I can’t ask her to stop. I owe her that much.
the ant finds kingdoms in a yard of ground
I wrote about her, once, without her knowledge, and the story sold. Now, unbidden, she e-mails me the hometown obituaries every day, although I left the Parish years ago. I can’t ask her to stop. I owe her that much.
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