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SARA SEAGER
It was nearly a week before I got the courage to call Melissa. The paper was nearly worn through by then. The phone rang. Melissa picked up. She asked me how I was doing. Hardly anybody was brave enough to ask me that anymore, and I didn’t know how to answer. “Okay,” I said. “Not okay.” Melissa said that the Widows of Concord were going to have a party soon. She asked if I wanted to come. “Yes,” I said. “Very much. When are you getting together?” There was a little pause. “Valentine’s Day.”
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– The Smallest Lights in the Universe: A Memoir by Sara Seager –