To see Esther as her health was declining, we drove to Grantsville Friday evening. Turns out, Saturday was her last full day on earth. It was overcast and Guy's Tires seemed to be telling me the truth about things as I went to get her last vial of morphine. The hitching post sign, across the alley, was putting on a cheerier face but seemed conflicted with its digital communication dishes gawking at the buggy and getting messages from the sky.
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