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From a wicker rocking chair on the porch of an old yel-
low frame house， Lavinia Talmadge watched the goings-
on on South Cowls Avenue. Watching was all she could
do anymore， with arthritis impeding her movements and
an uncertain heart condition forcing her to remain sed-
entary.
But it was late summer， with the fragrance of autumn
entwined in the smell of freshly cut grass. Though Lavi-
nia was seventy-seven， her yearly case of fall fever was as
virulent as it had ever been in her youth. Other people s
fancies turned to thoughts of love in the spring when
flowers were in bloom and the countryside was greening.
Her thoughts turned to love in late August when the sun
became more golden and less warm， when woodsmoke
began to puff against the blue sky and ducks and geese
gathered noisily for their journeys south.
It had been on such a day that she had met Thomas
Talmadge， and though fifty-six years had passed， she re-
membered the moment as though it had happened yes-
terday. Every woman should know a love like that， she
thought， looking up at the maple tree on the front lawn，
heavy with its giant deep summer leaves. They d had pas-
sion and peace， successes and failures， laughter and tears.
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