Fiction | September 01, 1993

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February 29

 

I tried to tell Mildred about the cemetery today, but as soon as I started on the business at Father’s grave–I hadn’t even gotten to what happened at Walter’s–she put me off:  “Oh, please.”

“But let me tell you about Wal–”

“Stop it!” she clapped her hands to her ears.  “You and your relentless imagination! It’s driving me crazy!”

Well, I’m sorry for that, but it’s keeping me sane.

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