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Chapter 38 - MRS. GABLEMrs. Gable blamed herself for waiting.

I told her:

“You called.”

“Late.”

“Yes.”

She looked surprised I agreed.

Then I said:

“Late still mattered.”

She became part of Emma’s life.

Every Sunday she brought lemonade.

The first summer after the trial, she refused to sit on our blue porch.

Emma dragged a chair outside.

“It’s safe.”

Mrs. Gable cried.

Emma looked confused.

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“Why are grown-ups always crying now?”

Fair question.

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