ISBN 1-4137-1953-8
The low sound of a vehicle motor behind her interrupted
her one-sided conversation. She turned around and saw a
low, black car creeping carefully through the gates of the
cemetery entrance. It turned down a gravel path several plots
away, where she saw a grave still piled high with dying flowers.
Apparently, she wasn’t the only person visiting
today. Another mourner was returning for a private farewell. She could
understand that. Whoever it was, that person would not be
interested in her. Her visit would not be disturbed.
“I’ll finish the house for you and Gumbel if I have to wire it myself,” she continued. “We got the rest of the roof sheathing on last week. We had one dry day. But the shingles and custom work will have to wait.
“Here’s some good news. That young man you pulled out of the trench, he and his wife have a baby due this fall. They wrote me a really nice long letter, and they’ve decided to name the baby after you.”
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“I’ll finish the house for you and Gumbel if I have to wire it myself,” she continued. “We got the rest of the roof sheathing on last week. We had one dry day. But the shingles and custom work will have to wait.
“Here’s some good news. That young man you pulled out of the trench, he and his wife have a baby due this fall. They wrote me a really nice long letter, and they’ve decided to name the baby after you.”
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