Fiction | June 01, 1993

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For all the effort he made to be calm and detached, to be amused at his own foolish tension, the unlikely prospect taht he would feel grief after all these years for a man he had never known, Sonny did not feel like himself at all when he climbed out of the rental car inf ront of the open gates of the cemetery.

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