. It was the size of my palm. . The Widow and her Child II. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. " Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave.
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