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Upon the River Shore

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by Leona Bentley


  Lane and Corey joined me on the veranda, Corey holding a second, freshly opened beer, and Lane carrying a bottle of ginger ale.

  “We’ve taken care of your boy,” Corey grinned, passing a grinning Joe the extra bottle. Joe took it with a grin even as Lillian accepted the ginger ale.

  “He’s in good hands, then,” Joe answered.

  As the four of us sat, I took a look around me, wondering. After so many years of fear and loneliness, it was hard to accept that I was here, surrounded by smiles, sunlight, and contentment. Gramp had been right about one thing, no one could survive without a community. Somehow, though, I’d found one—or, more honestly, one had found me.

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