At My Father’s Graveside A Gravedigger Revealed The Coffin Was Empty And Handed Me A Key To The Truth

does not make them simple or easily classified. They were what they were: the choices of a person trying to protect someone she loved using the only materials available to her.

I do not have a clean verdict on that.

What I have is the key, and my mother drinking coffee at my kitchen table, and a story that ended somewhere I did not expect it to.

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