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“you're growing sappy,” she said with a friendly-natured laugh. so it seemed that happy wife, happy life was an apt maxim. 

she did not suspect all that rested heavily on his mind. 

“i'm going to the big meadow over the mountains soon. any herb requests?” 

their small family had left the bypass abruptly with little time to muster the chattels of mahler's apothecary. if there was any peculiar plant he had need of, she would take it upon herself to retrieve — or cull — it. 

a gesture of her intention to return, also.