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is phone buzzed as he was programming it for best route to Cape Girardeau. It was Sarah.
“Hey, Shelly. Where are you?”
“Just about to leave Benton, Sarah.”
“Did you go by the house?”
“Yeah, I did. It was…well, it was interesting.”
“You OK?”
“I’m fine, Sarah. Just wanted to take a last look. I don’t think I’ll buy the place if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Oh, good Lord, no. I just wanted to be sure you’re not all depressed.”
“I’m fine, Sarah. What’s up?”
“I’ve been rummaging through the albums, Shelly, and I found this great picture of your Dad and Uncle Kenny. I emailed it to you just a second ago. Anyway, they’re posing with a huge old gar fish that they apparently caught somewhere in one of the bayous. They had it mounted and gave it to a friend who hung it over
