Shirley arranged with Goldenhawk and Walter to have a private service in Cilla's memory at their home. She asked me to coordinate the schedule so that all invited guests could attend. On Wednesday evening, August 31st, Shirley and I drove from my house to the Leoni home together. Mikhail sat in his car basket and behaved nicely. Shirley repeatedly rewarded him with small bites of carrot, which he chewed loudly in my ear.

    I had never been to the Leoni's myself. I gasped as we came around the curve and I realized we had reached the appropriate drive. I knew, of course, that at least half of Lake Oswegoans lived in big houses, but I was so accustomed to my own little place that I wasn't quite ready for the nearly five thousand square feet of living space and twenty thousand squ...

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