Dot Bellamy listened and watched as these people she was supposed to know spoke to one another with such joy about her return. She gazed at a stone cottage; a green pasture, a red barn, and a broken-down mower rusted on the lawn. She saw the ash tree and common gorse bush bursting with small yellow flowers at the edge of the flagstone path. There stood Hazel with the brown curls pulled back into a low bun, and golden brown eyes that at some level Dot recognized. Bridie was there with her warm smile and soft voice. And yes, she knew Harry; she felt it the minute he’d jumped out of the battered
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