The Adirondack

The Adirondack

Memory 058

Mrs. Remington sang a jovial tune as she watered her daisies, unaware of the impending doom that would overshadow their bloom. The retired lady boiled a pot of tea in the kitchen, after gardening, and brought a cup of it along with two small club sandwiches outside. She sat on an Adirondack and began her daily ritual: watching her neighbors pass by.

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