Part 1 here. A year passed. Occasional letters and cards to Cousin Maggie indicated she was alive, well, and living at the same address. Time arrived for the annual trip to London, this time armed with a specially purchased macro lens, which my amateur photographer spouse assured me would do the business. After a couple of days staying at my mother’s home, I announced at some point we would be visiting Cousin Maggie again, but wasn’t sure...
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