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guilt alone, and not grieving over the loss of a beloved wife, caused his sorrows. Yet the fact that he hadn't loved Dixie perversely lessened Abby's despair. His coming here to help her brightened her mood even further. Now if they found the journals, she would be the happiest woman in this time!
Jess turned to Mike. "So good of you to come." Her voice was shrill but strong.
"I've brought Abby, too, Jess."
Abby approached the elderly woman with a smile.
"No journals yet, dear?"
"Not yet," Abby said, excited that this was one of Jess's more lucid days. Surely, with Mike here, they would find the journals. "We'd really appreciate your assistance."
"Oh, dear."
Concern knitted Jess's brow, and Grace scowled at Mike and Abby. "It's all right, Jess," she said. "If you don't want to think about the journals today, we'll just send Mike and his friend along."
"Now, Grace, don't fuss," Jess scolded. "Abby, sit there." She pointed to a chair near the settee. "Mike, come closer, and let's think like Myra."
Mike laughed. "Sure, Jess." He led her into a reminiscence about his college days when he lived with Jess and her sister. After a few minutes, he tried to nudge his aunt into a suggestion where to find the journals. "Remember when Myra first said I had to move here to be successful?"

 
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