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January 29, 2011
It was too dangerous, they'd said. Too far, too insane. They’d never see her again. Dan wanted to say to her take me with you, but that would never have happened. So he forgot about it—forgot about her, really, apart from the occasional e-mail his parents received, which they sometimes read to him, sometimes not. Twenty years passed like this, and then, six months ago, the letter from the lawyer arrived.

"Why do you have to go there?" his mother asked.

"A stipulation of the will," Dan said. "It needs to be read in New Lisbon."