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Including one around eleven that morning making sure everything was still on. “Okay, Janie, let’s stretch our legs and give her a few minutes. Maybe she got held up in town or something.” Even as Beth joined Janie on a quick trot in one direction on the gravel road and then back, she knew that didn’t make sense. Ms. Sinnett had been so excited about this visit, sending notes a couple of times a day asking about what Beth might be interested in. She’d asked which of her several delicious cookie varieties Beth preferred (crispy ginger spice sounded best), and whether she’d like tea or coffee (coffee: always coffee). They’d shared their frustration that a couple of members of the Boun County Historical Society were being oddly stingy with time and materials. She’d even suggested ideas for