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1. Mrs. Flars passed away on the evening of the 16th (Thursday). I was approached at 8 a.m. on the 17th, but unfortunately, there was little I could do as she had already been deceased for several hours. Upon arriving home around 9:00, I retrieved my key to unlock the front door and deliberately lingered in the foyer, slowly removing my hat and coat to ward off the chill of an early autumn morning. To be candid, I was feeling rather despondent. Allow me to clarify that I am unable to foresee what will unfold in the forthcoming weeks; however, I have a premonition that exciting times lie ahead. From the adjacent dining-room emanated clattering cups and my sister's coughing fit interrupted our encounter with her exclamation of "Is that you?" It may seem like a trivial inquiry considering no one else would be expected at this hour. Truthfully speaking, my hesitation in entering stemmed from concerns regarding my sister Caroline's presence within our abode.…