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CECILE
“Mom, I’m about to run to the library to see if I can find something to read this weekend. Can I call you later?” I stopped at the door, not wanting to be on the phone when I entered the silent space.
“Sure, honey. I’ll be around. Give me a call later. Bye now.”
With the long call over, I put my cell into the back pocket of my jeans, and then went in to see what I could find to entertain myself for the long holiday weekend. Monday was Columbus Day, so we had three days off instead of only two. A long book would be needed, so my search began.
As I was not looking for any romance in my life, I went right by that section and headed to the historical fiction section instead. A thick book enticed me, and I pulled it from the shelf. The cover showed a sad-looking woman holding a bo
