The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

the milk carton.

“He told me he was too busy with work to travel this autumn,” Ivy said.

Carol turned back to the stove, picking up the kettle to refill her cup.

“Sometimes people find time for the things they want to do,” Carol said, her voice barely louder than the steam rising from the spout.

Ivy set the phone face down on the oilcloth table.

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