“MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. He often wanted only to drive with her in the car, both of them staring at the scenery in silence for hours. ‘Left to yourself, my girl, you may not have any affairs.
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