Why Martha Saved Five Hundred Paper Receipts From Her Weekly Grocery Trips

doorway, his shoulders dropping slightly under his grey sweater.

He reached out and gently smoothed down the collar of my cardigan, the way he used to do when he was a boy before school.

“I just want you to be safe,” he said, his voice dropping its sharp edge for a brief second. “You do not need this kind of trouble.”

“I am safe, Gerald,” I said.

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