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when George was alive. He always said he’d fix it someday.

There. Straight.

The young woman in the white dress smiled down at me.

I smiled back.

Then I walked out into the June heat in my dirty boots and George’s old hat and went home to finish the tomatoes.

Ezoic

Richard Hale arrived at my house at one-forty.

He was sixty-two, maybe. Tall. Silver hair. A gray suit that probably cost more than my first car. He’d driven himself. A big black sedan that looked ridiculous parked in front of my little yellow house.

He wasn’t alone.

Brandon Pierce