Stay Inside the Lines

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Susan retrieved the parcel from her doorstep and read the return address. Thoughts of her granddaughter warmed her heart. “Wonderful.” She stepped back into the warmth, letting the storm door close itself and shoving the heavy red door closed with her hip. “Who was it?” Tracy’s voice rasped in her ear. Sunday afternoon cribbage games with her neighbor were almost …