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little bit of shopping for candy and trinkets for Mother and the boys. Then we returned to the hotel to wait for Lon. He came a little after lunch, and we started out. When we were only a few miles from town, the truck began acting up, so we had to return to town to have it worked on.
I went back to the hotel and found Rose sitting in the lobby in tears. She hadn’t intended for me to see her. I always think it’s an anticlimax to come back after saying good-bye.
Of all the people who visited me while I was at Beaverhead, no one gave me such pleasure as Rose. What a joy she was to everyone including me! She was fun, a good conversationalist, a good sport, wrote poetry I liked better than my own, and had a wonderful sense of humor. And I haven’t seen her for fifty years!
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