Clara Bess rode waves of confusion for several weeks, unsure what to make of the erroneous information. Afraid it could be true, she couldn’t bring herself to go to the courthouse, or the hospital, to have it corrected. Little things pinged in her memory, things that pointed to the unbelievable possibility.
“I once said I should write down all the story ideas in my head so someone could write them someday." I had no idea at the time that someone was me!
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