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Apr
16
2011
Actually, my husband, always an early riser, got up and wandered about until such time as he dared to call me, from his cell in the lobby, with promises of tea and food. This morning he had an offer I could not refuse… …continue reading Sep
03
2010
My husband was keeping secrets from me. He was hiding things. “You guys were in cahoots.” I yelled. Six of us were sitting around a deck. It was high noon, late July, and the day was oddly cool, with a gentle breeze…. …continue reading |
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