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outfit of a woman who had nothing to hide and everything to be proud of. I sat in my usual pew, three rows from the back on the left side, and waited for the whispers to start.
Mrs. Patterson leaned over to Mrs. Chen. I couldn’t hear the words, but I could read lips well enough to catch: “…cut off her own family… over money… always was cold…”
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