HIS WIFE'S SISTER

once. No calls, no condolences. Everyone who knew her already knew better. She

trees and June heat. It looked like a painting-perfe

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ever had the nerve to throw away-cotton dresses, soft sweaters, t

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studied her over the

eyard beyond the kitchen shimmered in tw

here," Cassia said.

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well, C

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