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I expected them to be friendly and accommodating. These men weren’t strangers to any of us. It was my own fear of ghosts and hollow aches and confronting the demons that kept me away, nothing else. When we stepped inside the open bay door there was an immediate call of “Little Sister!”, a nickname which sticks to this day, and comes from Brian’s insistence on including the word “little” whenever he referred to me as his sister. There were hugs and handshakes, and from upstairs, a voice, coming closer, and singing along loudly with the radio. I still remember the words as they got closer...
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