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		<title>Chapter 10</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 20:46:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joan lay inert in her bed after she awoke Monday morning at six, hardly refreshed. Gray daylight leaked into the room. Her red suit huddled in a wad in the corner where she had thrown it the night before. She &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/10/chapter-10/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 9</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 18:40:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No one said a word during the last mile of the trip home. Martha unbuckled her seatbelt as Bill steered the car into the garage, and she pounced out her door the moment the car stopped. She went in the &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/10/chapter-9/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 8</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 18:44:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The day of the congregational meeting started like most Sundays for Joan. She arose at six and knelt at her bedside. She thanked God for the day and his many gifts, praised his wisdom, and sought his continuing guidance and &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/10/chapter-8/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 7</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2010 18:45:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On Saturday, Bill mowed the lawn and washed the car. With the congregational vote the next day, he was too antsy to take his usual nap. He put away the mower and the car-washing bucket, then he stopped off in &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/10/chapter-7/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 6</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The dial on Bill’s black telephone spun back to its starting place. It was almost nine o’clock, and he’d started calling at seven. This call to Glenn Davenport would be the last. “Don’t want to keep you,” he said when &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/09/chapter-6/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 5</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 19:45:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joan almost persuaded herself that she didn’t need to talk to Cassie about what happened, convinced that their friendship, while strained, was adjusting to its new level. Then, while she and Cassie were walking one day, Joan remarked on how &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/09/chapter-5/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 4</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2010 20:11:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joan sat at her desk, her chin against her chest, and prayed for energy. She hadn’t been so tired since she chaperoned a youth group retreat. She couldn’t recall the last time she had had a good night’s sleep, but &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/09/chapter-4/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 21:10:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joan’s pace grew slower as she approached the old Phillips gas station. She turned the corner onto Park Street. Cassie was leaning against the station’s concrete façade, looking like a sulky teenager. Her head faced straight ahead and her arms &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/09/chapter-3/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Chapter 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 18:04:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Joan awoke with a start when, as she lay between sleep and consciousness, she heard herself murmur, “Cassie.” She pulled the covers over her head. “Oh, God. What am I going to do?” She could see Cassie’s cold face as &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/08/chapter-2/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Without Ceremony</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 20:51:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[WITHOUT CEREMONY, a novel by Janet Majure, is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons or incidents past or present is entirely coincidental. Copyright 2010 by Janet Majure; all rights reserved. License Notes: This online publication is licensed for &#8230; <a class="more-link" href="http://janetmajure.com/2010/08/title-page-without-ceremony/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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