AP
At the bar, everybody knew her name.
Nancy Lanza was the one who, if she heard you were short on cash, regularly offered to pick up the tab at My Place.
Two or three nights a week, Lanza – the mother of the gunman in Connecticut’s horrific school massacre – came in for carryout salads, but stayed for Chardonnay and good humor. The divorced mother of two – still smooth-skinned and ash blonde at 52 – clearly didn’t have to work, but was always glad to share talk of her beloved Red Sox, gardening and a growing enthusiasm for target shooting.
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