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every Friday after work,” she said. “I can bring groceries from the supermarket so you do not have to drive the old station wagon into town in the snow.”

“You have your own work to finish, Clara,” I said.

“My work can wait for the weekends,” she said, stepping over and leaning down to press her cheek against mine. “The house is yours. You fought for continue reading …