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CHAPTER SIX

TRISH WALKED OVER to Franklin Avenue and headed to Craig’s aunt’s home. She paused in front of the two-story Cape Cod structure built at the end of World War II. It was similar to the one Trish had lived in down the street. The homes had serviced returning GIs, one of them Craig’s grandfather. When he died, the house went to his oldest daughter, Jenny.

A flag fluttered by the door, snapping close to her head, and she pushed it aside. Before Trish could ring the bell, the door opened.

“I thought it was you.” Rachel came out and swept Trish into an embrace. “Come in, come in. I want you to meet Noah.”

A young boy, a replica of Craig, avoided looking directly at her. He glanced up at his mother as Trish went down to one knee and held out her arms.

“This is Butchy’s friend Trish. Say hello, Noah. Don’t be bashful.”