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In later years, we called that time the Year of the Fiddler’s Wife or, sometimes, The Summer of the Indian. It was a turning point. It began in late August, toward the end of a day, when a dusty, wood-paneled, rust-red station wagon with a silver ornament on its hood pulled up before…
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