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The next afternoon Arne Jensen came to visit Elizabeth. The Fire Centre people were upstairs working. Bea was in town buying groceries. Sydney wheeled her Nan into the living room and left the two of them with coffee while she headed to the residence to do laundry and clean the shower room.
“In spite of your broken ankle, you look well, Lizzie,” Arne said.
“Thank you. You've aged well, I see. I guess the physical demands of farming keep you in good shape.” Lizzie was actually surprised. She remembered Mary telling her that he couldn't boil water or even use the washing machine. Being on his own this long, she expected him to look dishevelled and thin. She stifled a smile. Reverse chauvinism. “I'm sorry about, Mary. She left us far too young. It must be lonely for you in that big farm
