Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

flat against my hair.

We stayed like that until the kitchen grew dark and the streetlamps outside flickered on, casting long yellow lines across the linoleum.

At half past six, I washed my face with cold water and tied Lily’s shoes.

Arthur’s machine shop was only four blocks away, the gravel parking lot empty except for Arthur’s blue pickup.

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