for an elderly woman recovering from a stroke. The salary was twice anything I had ever earned.

When I arrived at the mansion, a woman in a gray uniform led me through a long hallway.

“Miss Eleanor is in the sunroom,” she said. “She doesn’t talk much since the stroke. We read to her most days. She likes that.”

“And the family?” I asked.

She paused. “You’ll continue reading …

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