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you look beautiful. How is Eleanor really? The nurses won’t tell me much.”
“Tired,” I said honestly. “But still sharp. Still Eleanor.”
Aunt Margaret’s eyes drifted to the empty corner, to the ridiculous plant.
“I noticed the piano’s gone. Richard said Eleanor wanted to sell it to help with Megan’s future. That didn’t sound like Eleanor to me, but…” She continue reading …
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