Loretta Brown stood and reached for the corner of the table, knowing that the act of standing would make her lightheaded.
She pressed her fingers down on the table as the dizziness hit, and rode it out.
The arthritis in her thumb made it impossible to grip the table, and she knew one day she would fall.
When she felt steadier, she licked the envelope to se…
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