the end of the week
It wound down quietly. On Tuesday night while I was working, there was t.c. on the phone, “Gramma, can you come to my program?” Dannell did mention this a few weeks ago, but it was lost in the sea of details around here I said, “When is it? “Tomorrow.” “What time?” “Nine o’clock.” “I will […]
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