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she?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know the

whole story yet, but it sounds like it.”

“But the last one . . .”

Her voice trailed off in anxious

concern. We both remembered the

last one, but no one remembered

more than I did.

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I met Brenda not long after I had

arrived in Cache Valley. When I

came to Utah State University to

attend graduate school, the professor

responsible for hiring graduate

students who would teach college

algebra called me to his office. Even

though I had sent my application by

certified mail months before the

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