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our chairs. Fifty dollars was almost three weeks of bread, milk, and eggs from the market, or a significant portion of the next oil delivery.

“We will do it,” I said.

By one o’clock, the sky had turned the color of wet slate, and a cold drizzle was beginning to spot the pavement. I walked into Raymond’s small notary office, which sat wedged between the continue reading …