Last year's Christmas cards rest in a dish on the table where Agnes put them a year ago. Aggie always took care of those things. Whether she used them to decorate the house or donated them to church groups depended on the special needs at the time. I don't know what those needs are, and the cards stare back at me accusingly, waiting for me to fulfill their joyous
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