Insane with Grief (only 50)

The letter lay half buried in snow.

Mother, it said, I wish you would forgive me now for marrying Ron. I want to bring little Daniel so that he knows his grandma. Mother, are you really in the old age home, ranting, tearing hair and calling my name?

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