Sonoita Valley, Arizona. 1956. He said it on a Wednesday morning in August, standing at the fence line, watching her hang shirts in the sun. He hadn't planned it. He hadn't rehearsed it. You know, Mae, whoever ends up marrying you is going to be a very lucky man. He expected a laugh. A modest de
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