Greg and Nancy Cummings lived in a 1950’s ranch on a suburban street with half a dozen others just like it. Like most of the adults on the street, they had moved there when their lives were transitioning from the unencumbered free flight of young adulthood to the settling in place that comes after. There was a nest to build and then fill and then there …
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