No cameras, no entourage, just George Strait at 73, holding his hat like it was the last thing keeping him grounded. The house smelled of lilies and lemon pie, the kind Jeannie used to bake on slow afternoons in Nashville. Her photo sat on the mantel, framed in gold, smiling like she always did — half mischief, half grace. George walked past the mourners in silence, nodding gently, his boots barely making a sound on the wood floor.
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