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I’ve always loved country music— loud, guitar-strumming, broken-heart music. Country is lemons—not sour, but sugar sweet and tangy.
“Let me tell you something, Doctor. There is no way in heaven or hell that we will be sending Melody away to a nursing home!”
“How did she react? Never mind. I already know. She’s sitting here looking like one of those blowfish we saw at the aquarium—all puffed up and spiny.”
The morning started out like crystal, but the day has turned to broken glass.
