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Mary Lavin

Sep 1967

One Evening

By Mary Lavin

While they were talking Larry leaned his bike against the sooty sycamore tree in the street outside her door. Daylight was leaving the sky. Soon he’d have to go home. […]

Winter 1944

A Wet Day

By Mary Lavin

“How is your lettuce, Ma’am?” asked the old parish priest. “I hear it’s been bad everywhere this year.” He paused and blew his nose loudly and then he looked around him. […]