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Celia knocked and walked into the bedchamber carrying an evil-looking bottle of dark brown medicine.

"Beggin' your pardon, Ma'am. It's time for your medicine."

The old woman halted her story and grimaced at Ben who grinned widely. She then obediently swallowed the spoonful of medicine, shaking her head with disgust at the vile taste.

Inside, however, the old woman felt happier than she had in years. Now that a start had been made, the task seemed much less daunting. The people, events and feelings were still fresh in her mind's eye. She hadn't forgotten a single detail.

Waving Celia out of the room, the old woman resumed her narrative.