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A sudden breeze ruffled the “chateau”’ porch curtains. It was from the west, as it often was at this time of day, carrying with it a sound so filled with bittersweet memories that Grant’s gasp of pain was audible. It was that special song that crickets sing in northern latitudes as winter approaches. Not louder than in early summer, but somehow closer, more intense. As unmistakable a portent as the red and gold exploding in the maple crowns atop the nearby mountains.

Only two days ago Grant and Lee had sat in the middle of the lawn, just over there, recording the crickets’ autumn calls for a classroom science project. He remembered Lee with her head cocked to one side, bent almost into the grass, in hopes of hearing them even better. She squealed with delight when they played back the recorded songs.

He was trying to hide his tears from Carol when the phone rang again. This time it was for him.