World War II inadvertently left this sheltered spot: three row homes and a barn on the edge of town. This street had been quite near the center of town but the center could not hold, as they say, and it was now rather far removed from here. The destruction that stole town center made this city block a nearly rural shelter for girls creeping toward middle age. The extra girls, from whom the war had stolen beaus if they had them, or the less girlish ones who had lost older husbands, or those that perhaps never had nor wanted one at all. It had become a shelter, a silent space, a saving space.
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