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“I’ll arrange the tables in the garden,” she told Sergio at dinner. “There’s more than enough room, and the photos will be beautiful out there.”
Sergio asked me to be patient with her.
“It’s one afternoon,” he said. “It would mean a lot to her.”
A week before her birthday, I walked into the home office and found my husband bent over the desk with a folder open in front of him.
He startled when he heard me come in. Closed the folder too quickly.
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