By Cathy Ledbetter
Two Saturdays nights ago my daughter, Shelby, and I were sitting at a window table in a restaurant in the French Quarter of New Orleans watching people walk by in the rain. We had walked to the restaurant in that same rain after having visited a small grocery store. When we came out of the grocery, Shelby stopped short, staring at the house on the opposite corner.
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