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thought about every day since, is that I did not give her the whole ring.

Before I left the house that morning, I had taken one key off it.

A short brass one. Flat, with a red plastic fob stamped 1147.

It was in the zip pocket of my purse.

It stayed there through the eulogy, the casseroles, and the sound of a woman explaining my husband to my neighbors.continue reading …

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