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Weekend mornings were a joyous time around the Spencer household. There was always time for 6-year-old Emma to crawl beneath the great green quilt on Mom and Dad’s bed and play hide-and-go-seek with the kitty. When her parents participated, it got pretty crowded under there, with newspapers, library books, and orange juice and coffee cups all under the place.
School days were a bit hectic, however, and time was precious.
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“I need to stop. I suddenly feel like I’m in my own coffin.”
“My God, Tracy, isn’t that a bit similistic,” Rudy mumbled, failing with yet another invented word. “I suppose a stretch might help freshen the air,” he smiled, glancing over at his pale passenger in the tiny rental sedan. Tracy was not amused.
They drove in silence for a couple more miles, both processing recent events and zoned into the gorgeous mountain scenery.
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