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her head.

“You are being stubborn, Mother,” she said.

“I am being careful,” I said.

I stood up, my knees aching from the dampness of the room, and picked up my purse.

“Let us go to Raymond’s office,” I said.

The drive into the town square took less than ten minutes, the streets quiet except for a school bus stopping near the bakery.

Raymond was already waiting continue reading …