Diamond Splinters

A Short Story: Part II

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She’s the baby of the family. On their first date, as she sipped on her chocolate malt, she said she was fifteen years old and had three big brothers. All military of course, her family, they were the service type. A momma, a dad, a little house on Grand Avenue that could hardly contain them all. She wasn’t a homebody though; she made certain people knew that. The stash of brochures underneath…