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Back upstairs, I went room by room.

In the guest room—their room, as Richard and Susan liked to call it when they stayed over after dinners I cooked and financed—I stripped the bed, folded up the sheets Susan had insisted were “the only kind that feel luxurious,” bagged the extra towels I had bought at her recommendation, cleared the closet, opened continue reading …