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told me the grandchildren had been confused, then angry. She might lose the pale green house; some of the funds used to purchase it had been traced to marital assets.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
She looked at me, surprised.
“I am. You lived in his lie too.”
Before she left, she paused on the porch steps.
“He told me you would never survive alone.”
I smiled.
“He continue reading …
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