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drove along, my mother told us

stories.

“Over in that house was a friend

of mine. Her name was Linda.

Actually, it wasn’t exactly that house.

That is a new one. But that’s where it

was.”

I handed my wife my phone and

whispered for her to turn on the

recorder. For an hour and a half, we

drove there and recorded stories,

interjected with her exclamation of

how much something had changed

since she had last been there. We

went to the cemetery, and even

though it was big, we quickly found