Friday, November 17, 2006

Feb. 9, March 26, Nov. 17

On our way back from lunch, Arnold stopped at the thrift shop up the street to pick up a couple of wood clamps he'd seen there, and I told one of the sisters who run it that I hoped to do proud by Marvin, who owned our house before us.

"Oh, he's looking down and smiling," she said. "I mean, you did put a pool in back there, didn't you? He always wanted one."

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