” “I suppose we are,” said Vee, rearranging the flowers in her hand. "Put it under my pillow," he said. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior permission in writing of the author. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time. I know my son's voice too well.
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