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The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

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further legal action.”

I turned a page in Arthur’s notebook, looking at a drawing of the creek bed from nineteen eighty-five, the lines drawn with a steady, precise hand. “Twenty thousand dollars would pay for the well repairs and the motel bill, and leave a good amount in the bank.”

“It would,” Evelyn agreed, her voice barely louder than a whisper. continue reading …

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