At 77 I Was Uninvited From My Son’s Dinner Until 174 Payments Disappeared

day. The afternoon light in the library comes through the west windows around three o’clock and catches them just right, and Margaret usually says something dry about dressing up for bridge, and I tell her some things are worth dressing for, and we play another hand.

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