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My crews won’t be pouring concrete until the weather lifts, and it’s my slow part of the year.” “Cuddling and talking is something I miss,” Mary agreed, “and the close intimacy and comfort of sleeping next to somebody.” I was thinking how she was pressed up against me on New Year’s morning. “We are an item now, Michael, so let them talk. I’m going to tell you some things I’ve never told anyone. In many ways, he wasn’t like you at all?” “Who are you talking about, Mary.” “I’m talking about my husband, John.” “Your husband was a well-published Archeologist if I’m not mistaken? “Yes, John was Historical Archeologist and seldom home. I traveled with him the first few years until japan I realized that nomadic life in the field under sometimes primitive conditions without my books and my piano was not for me. I’m more of a homebody. John was a good man and brilliant in his field. 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