“Why, you must be Maura's daughter! I would have recognized you from a mile away!” I stopped on the stairs I was climbing, instantly transported back to a time and place where this was a daily occurrence, a small town where I was always somebody's something. It occurred to me for just an instant that this woman was really still about 30 yards away, and that was actually pretty good. After this thought passed, I felt a wave of something between joy and apprehension.
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