Belatedly, obituaries reach me: Lillian, the owner of the house has died, predeceased by parents, brothers, her little sister Diane (who was just my age).   Lillian loved baseball, to garden, and to read, so the obit says, which echoes favorite things my mother liked to do, who died two years before her.   I […]

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