1998

     Christine stared out the window next to her chair, searching the darkness for her memories.  She smiled to herself, finding them.  She brought her tea cup to her withered mouth and took a sip.  Children and adults, alike, were quiet and waited with bated breath for what she’d say next.  She swallowed her tea and continued.

     “Dessie worked for Dr. Hall every day after school and he came out to the homestead if he needed her any other time.  She sure loved that nursing stuff, and she was good at it, too.”  A huge grin came to Christine’s lips and stayed there for a few moments.  She glanced over at a silver-haired woman with bright blue eyes, and old, but blemish free skin, smooth and much young...

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