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with cousins not speaking at a funeral. Ruth came home from that courthouse with her jaw set.
“We are not leaving a mess,” she told me.
“We don’t have a mess.”
“Everyone has a mess if they die careless.”
That was Ruth. Soft voice. Steel spine.
We revised the trust when Evan got married. Not because we disliked Lindsay then. We barely knew her. But Ruth continue reading …
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