Shadows On The River. Linda Hall

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      “Looks like she had a busy day,” he said.

      She had crawled up onto the couch and was fast asleep. I went and put a quilt on top of her. Before I was able to aim the remote at the TV to shut it off, the Fremont story was on. I stood, watching it for a few seconds.

      Mark was standing in the doorway when he said, “I know that guy.”

      I jerked my head up at him. “Larry Fremont? You know Larry Fremont?” I was shocked.

      “Paul Ashton. The man who died. I know him.”

      “Really?” I was incredulous.

      He nodded, leaned his trim body against the doorjamb. “Our families know each other. The Ashtons go to the same church that I do.”

      “Seriously?”

      “Yes, we know him.”

      “No, I meant, seriously you go to church?”

      “I do. You?”

      I shook my head.

      “I used to. Not anymore.”

      “How are the Ashtons?” I asked.

      “I just came from there. My parents have been with the family since this happened. Paul was a good man. Our entire church is feeling his loss.”

      I kept my voice even. “So this must be quite shocking to everyone, his dying of a heart attack.”

      Mark frowned, rubbed his chin. “That’s the funny thing about it. No one knew he had a heart condition, least of all his wife.”

      We were standing and facing each other in the doorway. I said, “The news said he had an existing heart condition.”

      Mark shook his head. “No one knows why the media came out with that, but then again, I suppose the media has been known to fabricate things from time to time.” He took off his skinny glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. The news had shifted back to the storm.

      I aimed the remote and flicked the television off. Do I tell Mark that I know Larry Fremont? That we grew up in the same small town? I trembled a bit as I returned to the dining room where Mark was still leaning there and regarding me curiously.

      “Are you okay, Ally?” There was concern on his face. “Is something wrong?”

      “Nothing,” I said. “I’m okay,” I lied. “Just really tired.”

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