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interment. He looked askance at me when I took his hat, as if I were a
stranger. A couple of old soldiers dropped by, wholesale NFL Jerseys specters
from a past that no one else knew. They huddled in the corner, lamenting good
ole Billy.

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lasted for a few years, and the interruption of my studies changed my life. My
father hadn't left enough money for me to finish college, and my mother
floundered with the girls, who were still in high school. So I got a job. My
friend Oscar Love, back from a tour of duty with the navy, bought an abandoned
store off Linnean Street with his savings and a loan from the Farmers & Merchants.
kid Down
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brother, he converted the place into a bar with cheap Down
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of guys from the area were good enough to round out a band. Jimmy Cummings
played the drums, with George Knoll on bass or guitar.

 Women from church welcomed us in
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night. On the dining room table lay tokens of community spirit—the noodle
casseroles, pigs in blankets, cold fried chicken, egg salad, potato salad,
Jell-O salad with shaved carrots, and a half-dozen pies. On the sideboard, new
mixers and bottles of soda stood next to gin and scotch and rum and a tub of
ice. Flowers from the funeral home perfumed the air, and the percolator bubbled
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still a little tomboy. I set down my glass and invited her, with a sweeping
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her pants in second grade, the girl who Carry
On Bag had beaten me at the
fifty-yard dash in sixth grade. When I went off to the public high school in
town, she took the bus to the Catholic girls' school in the other direction.
Vanished. Those intervening years had shaped her into a beautiful young woman.

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despite the suicide. There could be no Mass, of course, and for this she bore
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funeral home they keened like two banshees over the closed coffin. I would not
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people who came from miles around to pay their respects astonished me.

She appeared at my side, redolent of jasmine, her Carry On Bag scent betraying her
stealth. A quick sideways glance and an even briefer smile, then we both
resumed our inspection of the lawn and the dark woods beyond. Her black dress
was trimmed at the collar and cutis in white, for she followed the smart
fashion, twice removed from the haute couture of Mrs. Kennedy. But Tess
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