CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The brick rambler was set back on the far side of half an acre of lawn, upon which robins hopped. I pulled into the driveway and parked near the two-car garage. A bird twittered in a dogwood tree, where delicate pink flowers were starting to drop off as new leaves grew in. A sudden breeze kicked up, bringing a quick chill to the warm, sunny spring day.
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