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Show 56 Mary pressed her thin lips together and nodded her head. She didn't like it when Grace got on the subject of death. Dyna figured Miss Mary didn't plan to participate. Hers was such a happy, airy soul, she'd probably just vanish when the time came. Her body wouldn't offer any resistance, that was certain. A stiff breeze would just carry her off, sailing over Liberty Park like a latter-day Mary Poppins. Anyway, Dyna loved her, whisperwill that she was. "You know somethin'?" Dyna stood up and screwed a red candle into the mouth of her decorated wine bottle. "At this rate, we're gonna be here all night." The two old mums exchanged glances and titters, as if they couldn't think of a better substitute for sleep. |