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‘Hello there,’ called Clara Morrow She stood in her garden, a own ‘Just surveying the daht invite a few people over’

‘Sounds wonderful, thank you Would you join me?’ Gamache indicated his circular walk round the Commons

‘Sure’

‘How’s your art? I hear Denis Fortin’s co her face he knew he’d stepped in so?’

‘No, no It’s just that I’o are suddenly muddy and confused You know?’

‘I know,’ he said ruefully

She looked at him She often felt foolish, ill constructed, next to others Beside Gamache she only ever felt whole

‘What did you think of Madeleine Favreau?’

Clara paused to collect her thoughts ‘I liked her A lot Didn’t really know her all that well She’d just joined the ACW Lucky Hazel’

‘How so?’

‘Hazel was supposed to take over from Gabri this September as president, but then Madeleine said she’d do it’

‘Didn’t that upset Hazel?’

‘You’ve clearly never been an Anglican Church Woreat fun We hold church socials and teas and twice a year we have a sale of goods But it’s hell to organize’

‘So that’s hell,’ smiled Gamache ‘Only mortal sinners run ACWs?’

‘Absolutely Our punish for volunteers’

‘So Hazel was happy to get out of it?’

‘Thrilled, I should think Probably why she brought Madeleine into it in the first place They were a good teah quite different’

‘How so?’

‘Well, Madeleine always hed a lot and listened well She was a lot of fun But if you were sick or in need, it was Hazel who’d show up’