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		<title>Mourning Becomes Electra by Gilda Haber</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[  “I was recommended to you by the Special Events department at Nordstrom,&#8221; said the breathless Voice on the telephone. &#8220;I need a black hat for a funeral. My husband died yesterday.&#8221;                                                                                  &#8220;I&#8217;m terribly sorry,” I said, “please come in, and I&#8217;ll help you. If you don&#8217;t see anything you like among the ready-made hats, I’ll design one for you.” It was mid-summer, blistering hot. She’d need a lightweight black straw or silk.  “That&#8217;s great,&#8221; said the Voice, growing husky, &#8220;because this has to be a very special hat. My husband always wanted me to look glamorous, and I&#8217;m sure this occasion would be no exception.&#8221; I was impressed by her diction. &#8220;When is the funeral?&#8221; &#8220;Wednesday, at Arlington Cemetery. He was an Air Force colonel, a war hero. He won the Silver Star and the Flying Cross. It’s going to be very formal. All pomp and ceremony. You know how it is at Arlington Cemetery.” I did know. I lived in Maryland and whenever lost in Virginia, I landed in Arlington Cemetery. Once I had been in time for a funeral. Out of curiosity, I followed the silent crowd, heads bowed, and heard the bugler trumpet mournful brass Taps to heaven. A lone, riderless [...]]]></description>
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