Lucinda J Kinsinger

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Aunt Luci

This past Monday evening the phone rang. Once, and then Mom plucked it from the receiver: the call we’d all been waiting for. She stood, listening intently, her cheeks lifted and eyes expectant with something that might have been excitement, or fear, or both. I knew her unspoken questions: Is Dora okay? the baby? And

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