THE SMALL NURSERY that Lois Scoon and her husband, Malcolm, of Queens, NY, lovingly wallpapered in little yellow and white roses is guiet now. The crib is still there, but it is empty. The stuffed toys — the giraffe, monkey, and lion that soothed baby Mariah to sleep every night — were tucked alongside her in the coffin that tiny 5-month-old was buried in.
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