The day she paid off the bank note on the cabin, Eva made herself a bacon sandwich. Dad had never cooked much, especially at the end, but he’d made the best bacon sandwiches. He’d made coffee just the way she liked it, too, and he’d pour her a steaming mug when she sat down at the table blinking the sleep out of her eyes after the nap she’d wedged in be…
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