The elderly woman.
The one from the day before.
She was standing near the front of the driveway, holding onto a younger man’s arm—her son, I assumed.
Her eyes met mine.
And she smiled.
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The elderly woman.
The one from the day before.
She was standing near the front of the driveway, holding onto a younger man’s arm—her son, I assumed.
Her eyes met mine.
And she smiled.