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Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

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her hand over mine, and we drove home.

The weeks that followed were quiet. Barbara did not call. What we heard instead, through Carol and through the particular efficient channels of family information, was that Barbara had stopped going to her country club, had missed her Wednesday hair appointments, had withdrawn from the social circuit she had spent continue reading …

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