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When the other women left, Elena stood by the silver-leafed vine crawling up her porch. It was old, its trunk thick and gnarled, but its flowers were more vibrant than the new plantings at the edge of the yard.

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As the sun began to dip, Elena’s husband, Julian, appeared in the doorway. He didn't interrupt; he simply waited until there was a lull, his eyes finding Elena’s with a look of profound, settled Eben-friendship. When the other women left, Elena stood by