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Dates of conversations. Benjamin had told me once that memory was honest but paperwork had better stamina.
By spring, Eleanor stopped pretending patience.
“The house should be sold,” she said one morning.
“No.”
“It’s too large.”
“No.”
“You don’t live here full-time.”
“I’m here four days a week.”
“You should accept the guest cottage and stop hovering.”
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