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there wasn’t any clarity as to who had given her my late husband’s glove that morning.
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I smiled instead of hurting.
Maisie appeared beside me.
“No, sweetheart, I don’t think so.”
She looked around thoughtfully.
I glanced at Harold’s tools.
