“I found your Facebook profile, which you haven’t posted anything on in like, seven years, but there was a picture of Sam, and . . .” She couldn’t seem to stop moving as he turned the laminated picture over in his hand, reading the words that were printed there. Then back. Right side up again. He said nothing, just looked down at the small card with his brow puckered. “This is the U.S. Navy hymn,” he said quietly, finally looking up at her. “Yes.” She tucked a strand of loose hair back into her low chignon. “I had to google it obviously. I don’t just know hymns off the top of my head.”
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