A short story by Deb Zynomirski of Dunnville She sat across the aisle from me in church for the past six months. There was always a cordial “hello, how are you?” as I asked the obligatory greeting. It was more out of pity than anything that I greeted her. She must’ve been 90 years old by my calculations. Her hair…
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