Chapter 25
IVY
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THE PAST FOUR MONTHS have dragged by. I know he had to go back and finish up his tour, but none of us wanted him to leave. The kids drew him pictures to take with him, and while they were sad to see him go, and they didn’t want him to leave, they have done great with him being gone. I’m sure watching Daddy on TV helps, and they have every one of his movies memorized by heart.
Today, I am walking past that familiar newsstand again and making my way up to Ivy Hill, September 17, 1966. I give my name to the guard, and he calls Clint to verify it’s me.
“Ivy, we have an interesting visitor today.” He hugs me and guides me inside.
“Interesting how?”
“Anna showed up out of the blue with his son.”
“What does she want?”
“We don’t know yet. Supposedly out of the good
