Beacon Street Mourning

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by Dianne Day


  “Nonsense.” John felt himself smiling. It must be years since he had smiled so much. “I’m enjoying the fresh air. I’ve been cooped up in here for far too long.”

  “I’m sure that’s so.”

  “Bring the woman on in. I think I know her, and I’d like to help.”

 

 

 


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