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Dolly and Lally

“We’re going to Limner’s Funeral Home, downtown. We can let you off there if you like.” “That’s where I’m going,” the girl said. She leaned back and closed her eyes as if she were exhausted, so Doll, nosy as she was, was about to ask a lot more questions, but held her tongue. “Did I tell you...” Lally said, and Doll was distracted by this update on the latest gossip. It was about two when they pulled into the parking lot at Limner’s. It took Lally a couple of minutes to find a parking spot big enough to moor the Park Avenue with enough clearance to open the doors for two traditionally built ladies. When Doll turned to their pas-

“You shouldn’t be out here hitchhiking on this road,” Doll admonished her. “Just last week a woman crashed right into that tree and got killed. People drive like maniacs on this road.” The girl nodded, shivering. “You’re chilled to the bone. Take my jacket off the top of that cooler and drape it around your shoulders. Lally, turn down the air.” “If I turn down the air, I’ll have another hot flash,” Lally replied, but she did as she was asked. “Where are you going?” Doll asked her conversationally, pleased to note that the girl had indeed wrapped her jacket around herself.

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