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By eleven, the autumn sun had done little to warm the air on Evelyn’s front porch. Evelyn, my closest friend, wrapped her knitted green shawl tightly around her shoulders as she set two mugs of peppermint tea on the wicker table.

“The county health department called our house this morning, Mabel,” she said, her voice dropping to her quiet, schoolteacher continue reading …

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