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home.”

“He did not succeed,” I said.

“I will be back on Sunday,” she said, letting go of my hand to open her car door. “I will bring those groceries from the market on Grand Avenue, the ones you like.”

“The three-dollar coffee from the diner is fine, Clara,” I said. “You do not need to spend your Sundays driving back and forth.”

“I want to come,” she said,continue reading …