Mr. Hensley’s Kitchen

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Hensley met her in the kitchen doorway, wearing his old cardigan and that look he got when something didn’t sit right. She set the jar on the table.
He leaned in, studying it close. “Where’d you find this?” he asked quietly. “By my lilacs,” she said. His brow furrowed as he kept his eyes locked on the jar.
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