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Now, families of town, please don't think this is any cause for your children to miss school. Remember the best thing for them is not to have idle hands or idle minds.



[Miss Mercy Parker was walking up the street from the school house to the boarding house where she lived. The teacher was putting in all her spare pennies (of which there were very few) into buying a house of her very own. So far it wasn't going very well. Each day, on her walk, she'd pause and stare at this house or that, her blue eyes peering below the brim of her hat. She was good at peering at things. For a moment her fingers just flexed in their gloves; it wouldn't be long now. Hopefully]

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[He looked at her, and for a moment his expression was openly wistful. He was something real close to happy around her all the time, drunk or sober. He knew what he really should do, especially if he went and put a baby in her belly. But she deserved a whole man, not one who was still battered by echoes of the war. If he could heal up and become that man again, then maybe...but that would take time. This weekend, he would give her something to remember him and try to explain himself. It was the best he could do by her for now.]

Yes ma'am. I'll go do that now.

[Swallowing dryness from his mouth, he tugged his hatbrim and started leading George on, glancing back once or twice.]