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Archive for September, 2009

    Rennie had been born in the early sixties, yet his father, even in the mid-seventies (even, Rennie conceded, into this new millennium), was—with his starched shirts, pressed suits and silk ties—the embodiment of the fifties. When Rennie was young, his father had been reserved in both manner and habit, getting up at five each morning, showering, [...]

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     Arden would be arriving home in two days and, he had figured, there would be just enough time before that to paint the porch deck and the two Adirondack chairs that he had found discarded at the side of the road earlier that summer.  Putting the finishing touches on the baluster’s post caps, [...]

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     The next morning, he had been awakened early by Talisker’s licking his hand.  He had brewed himself a mug of strong Assam tea and hewn a thick slice of dark, nutty Celtic loaf, which he had toasted and slathered with soft butter and fine-cut lime marmalade (with Arden and the girls away, there [...]

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