Tall, spare, austere, she always was garbed in black since the death of her husbandtwelve years earlier. Early in July Iris came home from a long, tense day of shooting to finda telegram from Bernie. That's the line that divides the North from the South, she said,enjoying their rapt attention. Sentimental tears filledher eyes.
Wear the winter white wool, Laura encouraged, knowing Rhoda was-asking herself if this would be the last New Year's Day she would eversee. Laura suppressed a smile kids today were soindependent. His second was the basis for ahigh-budgeted film. She sat motionless, her face drained of colour.
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