On the first Monday in November, I found Grandma Lorraine in Darla’s back bedroom with the door shut.It was a little after four in the afternoon. I’d driven out to drop off a bag of the cinnamon bread Grandma likes from the bakery next to my shop. Darla’s car was in the driveway, but nobody answered when I knocked, so I let myself in through the kitchen like I’ve done a hundred times.The house was quiet except for the television in the living room. A game show. Nobody watching it.
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