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The stories the mourners shared were prosaic but they were made sacred by shared grief. Together the words formed a quilt that Olivia wrapped around her body. The memories kept her warm -- they protected her. Wrapped in the quilt of memories she was numb to the pain.
They all think they knew her but no one knew her the way I did, Olivia thought. No one shared the things we shared.
Olivia wanted to be left alone with her grief. She needed to fulfill her grandmother's dying wish. To fulfill this wish she needed information.
Maybe someone here knows where Mayne Island is, she thought.
So she mingled. One of the mourners gave her Mayne Island's location -- one of the Southern Gulf Islands that lay between Vancouver Island and the mainland. After that, however, the pool of information dried up. No one knew why Mayne Island had been important to Esther.
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