Laura's eyes fell on the letter on the table. Iris stood grim and silent at the screen door, staring out into thealready hot and humid early morning. Later Doris would understand. On Friday evenings she drove up with Jewel.
Who are we to judge who's innocent and who's guilty? That comes outat the trial. If the views are spectacular, we'll design to fit the lot, Laura saidcalmly. Mail was coming through so slowly these days just yesterdayshe'd received a weird letter from Iris that hinted she'd be returninghome. They were showing their outrage for his involvement in the burgeoningcivil rights movement.
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