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"...Caron
stepped carefully on the uneven brick walkway, as she
re-traced her steps to the small apartment she had
rented. As a newcomer to the neighborhood, she was
careful not to stray from the route mapped out by the
real estate agent. Being in a new place, with no friends
or relatives, was unnerving, and for the hundredth time
since she left her hometown of Ashton, she wished she
could talk to 'Gamma', the grandmother who had raised
her. But, Gamma had passed away last spring and all she
had was the wonderful memories of their long talks at the
kitchen table." "Although she walked this path everyday, Caron had never noticed the little house of glass. The open doors on the conservatory seemed to call out to her, inviting a closer look. She felt apprehensive as she tip-toed through the garden and gave a quick glance around the yard for signs of any activity. Seeing none, she stepped towards the doors and cautiously, peeked inside. The aroma of fresh baked goods came from somewhere within the house, accompanied by a soft voice singing a familiar tune. Caron quickly turned to leave." "Don't rush off!" Embarrassed by the discovery of her intrusion, Caron turned towards the voice, explaining, "I'm sorry for being so ...", stopping in mid-sentence when she saw a little white haired lady with a caring smile and a plate of cookies in her hands. "Don't be in such a hurry! It's so rare that I have anyone to talk to since my granddaughter left for college, please stay and chat for awhile."
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