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Chapter 122 The Cold War
It happened to rain on the day that William had planned to bring Lucy to his mother’s grave. Death made Lucy uncomfortable. She looked at William's sober face and it made her uncomfortable. When people visit their Dead, Lucy thought, it’s as if they were praying to them. It made no sense to her. She wished that he didn’t take this ritual so seriously, but she stood by him. Even in the rain. William looked down upon his mother’s remains. He said, "Mom, I’ve brought my wife to meet you." William dropped a carnation over the place Lucy imagined her face to be. He approached the tomb stone. There was a picture of his mother there and Lucy could see it clearly, even from where she stood. Her name had been Yvonne Yale. Judging from the picture, she appeared to have been a gentle woman. Lucy t
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