If I’ve read a more elegant and absorbing a tale of the danse macabre between morality and mortality than M. L. Stedman’s The Light Between Oceans, I don’t remember it.
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“I hear no one gets out alive.” Thirty-five years ago, I shared an office in the Cannon House Office Building with another young lawyer, Jay Turnipseed. He had two young daughters; I had a two-year-old boy, with another on the way. Jay had been diagnosed with Stage IV Hodgkin’s Lymphoma which, at that time, was untreatable.
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