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She wondered if The Cove now had a sister Victorian city in England

She thought about what Ja people She knew the direction of his thoughts, but she wouldn’t accept it

She just couldn’t It was outrageous She stepped onto Amabel’s small porch and knocked on the door

No answer

She knocked again and called out

Her aunt wasn’t home Well, she’d doubtless be back soon

Sally knehere she wanted to go, had to go

She stood in the center of the ceraves in the very center It was as well tended as the town The grass was freshly rass scent She laid her hand lightly on top of a marble headstone that read:

ELIJAH BATTERY

BEST BARTENDER IN OREGON

DIED JULY 2, 1897

81 RIPE YEARS

The lettering grooves had been carefully dug out and sain She looked at other headstones, soun as wooden crosses and had obviously been replaced many times Those that hadn’t weathered well had been replaced

Was nothing in this town overlooked? Was everything to be perfect, including every headstone?