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delivered groceries to Mrs. Abernathy. Lance was a
Dingleyan, indeed a Dingley, a veteran, a sportsman, a
social socialite whom everyone seemed to like.
Marco believed he had the capital to make Lance
Abernathy his.
His eldest daughter, now abroad celebrating her
graduation from the Rhode Island School of Design,
was as bright and gifted as she was pretty, and as
accustomed to the best as if she had never even known
where Madder was. Marco planned to ask Lance to
give Ilaina flying lessons when she returned from
Florence. She would become young Abernathy's
partner for life, and consequently so would Carl Marco.
It was time, decided the grocer, to put his house in
order. God had given him a warning, he reminded
himself as he straightened the CLOSED sign on Mama
Marco's Restaurant and wired the new blackribboned
wreath to the outside of the door.
It was only 6:30 in the morning when he finished.
By seven he would be checking inventory in his office at
the supermarket.
Dingley Falls would not stop eating while he