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Mr. Larkin left twenty minutes later. He looked older going down the porch steps.
Benjamin waited until the car pulled away. “Well,” he said, “that went nicely.”
I stared at him. “Nicely?”
“No one shouted.”
“That’s your standard?”
“In probate matters, yes.”
Eleanor arrived at dusk.
She came through the side garden gate wearing a camel coat and fury disguised continue reading …
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