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    I'd known before William did, that when Gee went off to assist at the Pet Funeral and whatever.... she wouldn't be coming back.


I knew because she told me herself.....or to be precise: she told Olive. Gee and I had hardly ever talked directly.

The evening before she left, I was right here in this chair, keyboard in my lap, with my feet up on the footstool and Olive setting beside them , grooming her feathers.


It was already November and I thought I had shut the sliding door to the deck.
Then Gee stepped in.... as if through the glass. And barefooted too:

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