CLARENCE BOYCE MONEGAR
Written by Pat Susa Sievers
Christ Keiner watched Clarence Boyce Monegar leave his grocery store carrying one less rolled watercolor under his arm and $5 more in his pocket. The rolls sliding, almost falling out of his elbow grip, Clarence managed to get past the grocer’s butcher case without bumping into it this time. He was in a hurry, Christ knew this because, for as nice mannered and soft spoken the man was, it never chan (showing 500 of 16562 characters). |
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