Summer evenings after the news at 6 p.m. the Widow Murphy comes out of her tiny bungalow and sits on her front porch swing with her ancient Pekingese yapping mournfully in her lap. She waves to certain people, just a few, while ignoring most although she knows every neighbor after her long reign on the …
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